During a very serious meeting chaired by Yan Song, Yan He was discussing her theories about N's pursuit and escape.
Reasonable and convincing.
However, he couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
His head began to ache slightly.
Certain fragments flashed through his mind swiftly, too quick to grasp.
Who was it, with such a weak and lingering voice shouting in pain beside his ear?
Repeatedly, it tugged at his heart.
"Captain...?" Yan He called out several times, and the others looked over.
Yan Song's face was characteristically cold and lifeless, but no one knew his hand resting on his knee was trembling.
He finally remembered.
Last night, in his inebriated stupor, he was awakened just in time by that voice crying in pain.
And then...
A quiver touched the tip of his heart, making him wish he could grow wings and fly to her side.
No matter the storm in his heart, he maintained his usual composure outwardly.
