“Brother Rong said those things because he actually feels guilty about you,” Guo Weixiang lowered his voice to persuade him: “You’re not a special forces member, you should be considered a protected civilian, but due to the circumstances, you had to be used like a suicide squad member. If something happens to you without any promotion or compensation, he actually feels sorry for you…”
Zheng would definitely notice something was wrong and explain something; but Chun Cao was a naive girl, her mouth full of eggs, nodding “mm-hmm” beside them.
“…Just shut up,” Si Nan finally couldn’t bear it, supporting his forehead and interrupting Xiang: “You don’t understand anything. You’re just a big rooster.”
He stood up, casually took out chocolate from his pocket and gave it to Guo Weixiang, saying: “Here for you two.”
Then Si Nan got into the car without looking back, curled his knees in the back seat corner, wrapped his coat tightly and closed his eyes.
At this moment, the slopes were overgrown with wild grass, the setting sun casting its glow, and the distant town seemed to melt into the golden water, with a golden-red vista stretching as far as the eye could see. Sinan was not one to speak up proactively. Dr. Zheng walked alongside, fixating on Yan Hao about using boiling water and being careful with disinfection. After a while, both fell silent, and Yan Hao let out a light cough.
“…Sinan.” “Hmm?” “Back then…” Yan Hao paused, his voice hoarse with complexity, “I think I heard you say that Yingjie survived too, but I was in a daze and didn’t hear clearly…” “I was lying to you,” Sinan said softly. Yan Hao sighed, “It’s okay.”
After a moment, he seemed to have struggled for a long time before asking in a dry voice, “Did you know from that time… from me that we were both Alphas?”
Zheng, who had been half-listening, seemed to sense something, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Sinan was taken aback. “…Uh.”
He looked up at Yan Hao, unexpectedly meeting his gaze.
