Chapitre 92: There is No Right or Wrong

“Alright, alright.” She rubbed her eyes after sitting up in the bed. “What time is it now?”

“Six forty in the morning,” the soldier replied honestly.

“It’s still early, no rush.” The woman stretched and yawned. “The higher ups are too insensitive, they even let someone into my room when I’m sleeping! Although I grew up in the military, this is still a lady’s room!”

“I, I apologize...” The soldier nodded, bowing to the woman’s complaint, while cold sweat formed on his forehead.

“Did you find their clothing? Or anything they used?” the woman asked, reached out to him with an open palm.

“Yes, I did.” The soldier handed a piece of shabby cloth to the woman. “Here it is.”