Hearing the conversation Han Yu's ears perked up sharply.
The other snorted. "Well, that's life. At least the weather's better this year."
'End of July?'
Han Yu quickly did the mental math.
The mission at Black Moss Ridge, the one where he had died, had taken place in the middle of November last year...
His mind reeled.
'It's been nine months. Nine months and nine days...'
He staggered back deeper into the shadows, his face pale. He then realized he could've figured this out if he just paid his attention to the surroundings. It had been autumn when he died, the trees were yellow and amber, but now? They were vibrant green!
Of course it was summer!
This couldn't help but put Han Yu in another dilemma.
