"Bang!" A sound thundered, and she fell heavily to the ground. Dust swirled around her. She winced in pain, the dirt causing her to cough and choke continuously.
The boy had stood there the entire time, not moving, watching her fall from the soft ladder without any intention of saving her. In fact, he even took a step back as the dust rose, his brows deeply furrowed.
Her heart chilled. After all this time, hadn’t she already known of his indifference? What was she expecting now?
She scoffed at herself, then turned over and climbed up. Enduring the pain in her back, she grasped the soft ladder and clenched her teeth as she climbed, determined to not show any sign of weakness in front of him.
After Xiao He had climbed up, Yan Song was left alone. Yellow Hair stuck his head out of the cabin door, grinned wickedly, and sweet-talked the pilot into raising the helicopter a bit higher. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel-fire.net
The pilot, for some reason, actually raised the helicopter an additional meter. Now, the soft ladder was a good two meters above the ground.
You think you’re so capable? Now I want to see how you’ll climb up.
Yellow Hair leaned out of the cabin, watching the boy standing on the ground, his lips curled in triumph.
The boy suddenly slung his gun towards his body, stepped back a few paces, rubbed his hands together, and then started sprinting. His agile silhouette was particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.
He leapt into the air all of a sudden, his slender body drawing a powerful curve in mid-air, hands tightly gripping the edge of the soft ladder. His movement resembled a pull-up, his legs together and his body extending upward using his elbows as support. Exposed muscles tensed with veins standing out, filled with explosive power.
The boy hooked his legs around an even higher rung of the soft ladder, hanging mid-air with his body bent at a ninety-degree angle. How could a man’s body be so flexible, and moreover, these stunts were slicker than those of acrobats.
Yellow Hair was staring, agape.
What surprised him even more came afterward. The boy let go with his hands, his head downwards hooked on the soft ladder, nearly three meters above the ground. One careless move and his brain could be splattered on the ground.
The boy reached out with both hands as if embracing the wind. He was insane, utterly insane.
At that moment, the helicopter slowly began to ascend, moving further away from the ground.
The boy suddenly swung on the soft ladder high in the air, such a dangerous act that onlookers felt their hearts leaping to their throats. At the peak of the swing, he abruptly curled up his body, reached for the middle rungs of the ladder with his hands, and released his legs. Like a monkey, he swiftly and smoothly climbed upwards, unaffected by the airflow, as if walking on solid ground.
The boy successfully jumped into the cabin, startling Yellow Hair so much that he fell on his butt, gasping for air with his hand on his chest.
"My god, did you come from a circus troupe?"
Xiao He glanced at the boy, then quickly averted her eyes, her hands clenched into fists on her knees.
Yan Song didn’t bother with him, sat down at the cabin door, one leg bent, his forearm resting on it, his sitting posture effortless and dashing.
"Boss, what’s your name?" Yellow Hair moved closer, asking curiously.
Although they had struggled together for so long, this was the first time he had asked him this question. As they were about to part ways, he couldn’t help but ask.
Yan Song couldn’t be bothered to answer, his gaze drifting towards the clouds outside the window, his hand subconsciously resting in the pocket on his chest.
"My name is Yellow Hair, ’yellow’ as in the color, ’hair’ as in film, hehe. Easy to remember, right?" Yellow Hair smiled, revealing his small canines, which were somewhat glaring to the eyes.
Yan Song kept his expression unchanged, as if he hadn’t heard him speak. However, Xiao He covered her mouth, laughing, "Your parents must be real pros. You wouldn’t even have to explain, but as soon as you do, it’s way too filthy."
Yellow Hair ran his hand through his signature yellow hair, laughing smugly: "That’s the brilliance of my parents. In today’s society, names are too commonplace. Look at my name, so elegant and unique, sure to leave a deep impression on anyone."
Even Mr. Soldier, with a stern face, couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his eye.
"Hey, by the way, I still don’t know your name? Don’t play coy, Boss. Tell me, what’s your name? There should at least be some basic trust between people," Yellow Hair said, hooking his arm around Xiao He’s shoulder and cocking an eyebrow.
Xiao He quietly frowned, subtly increasing the distance between them, and said softly, "I’m Yan He."
Yellow Hair smacked his lips: "Nice name, but it’s a bit... effeminate," glancing at the delicate features of the boy and then laughing out loud, "But it matches your face."
Yan He looked up at the boy, noticed that he had never once glanced in this direction, and couldn’t help feeling a sinking sense of disappointment.
Did he remember her name?
Yan Song’s hand rested on the pocket over his chest, the corners of his mouth curving into a slight smile.
After being apart for so long, he was eager to see her.