Fang Yingfei shrank in the corner, one of her hands was still locked to the head of the bed by a long iron chain, and at this moment she was very weak by everyone, so she nested timidly in a corner, trembling.

An Qiyu looked at Fang Yingfei now, her heart was a little sour, but she didn't sympathize, she just felt that it was not because she didn't report that the time had not come.

"She is a woman, and it is not suitable to stay in the army, so she must be arranged in a suitable place."

Lin Dingkuo and An Qiyu had already come out of the ward, and the two of them were walking leisurely, but they were full of concerns.

"It doesn't fit anywhere she puts it......"

Ann Pray for Rain......

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