Alright...
"What is alright, and what isn’t?" A self-mocking smile, "Waking up two days earlier, having nightmares, is that considered alright?"
"...Because of Little Nine?" Feng Zhihuai was silent for a moment, then asked.
A gentle look flashed across his phoenix eyes, "Yeah, I always feel like she’s calling me."
Listening to Qin Zhan’s words, Feng Zhihuai crossed his arms, "She is indeed calling you."
Leaning against the wall, Feng Zhihuai looked at his brother and was suddenly reminded of Qin Zhan in those days, covered in wounds and locked in a dark room, on the verge of collapse. Back then, no one dared to let him out, no one dared to approach him. Even Feng Zhihuai did not dare to make a rash move.
He slightly closed his sharp eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line.
A special forces soldier with bloodshot eyes... especially one who had survived countless life and death situations and been in extreme danger, once his eyes turned red from killing, his entire body would be filled with a strong scent of blood, and there would only be one word in his mind—kill.
Qin Zhan at that time not only experienced the aftermath of killing but also the helplessness of facing the annihilation of his entire team.
Facing such a Qin Zhan, Feng Zhihuai knew that unless Qin Zhan pulled himself through, no amount of persuasion would be effective.
"At the very least, seeing you with Little Nine is different from when I usually see you," Feng Zhihuai said.
Qin Zhan chuckled lightly and sighed, "Big Brother, you also act different in front of Xiao Wu."
Feng Zhihuai paused, then chuckled softly, raising his hand to reach into his pocket for a cigarette. However, midway through, he retracted his hand.
"What?" Qin Zhan raised an eyebrow, "Want to smoke?"
Feng Zhihuai shook his head, continuing his action, but instead, he pulled out a lollipop from his pocket. He looked down at the lollipop, his lips curving slightly as he said to Qin Zhan, "Want one?"
"I don’t eat childish stuff," Qin Zhan replied.
"Your Little Nine loves this childish stuff," Feng Zhihuai countered casually, throwing the lollipop wrapper into the trash can. After a moment, he continued, "I made a pact with Xiao Wu to quit smoking. She originally liked eating lollipops and found it to be a way to quit smoking, so she threw away all my cigarettes and replaced them with these."
"That works," Qin Zhan nodded, crossing his hands behind his head and resting them on the pillow.
Feng Zhihuai looked at Qin Zhan, tilting his chin, "Not planning to quit smoking?"
"Why quit? I never had a heavy smoking habit," Qin Zhan said nonchalantly, looking at Feng Zhihuai, "Our Little Nine likes the smell of smoke on me, it gives her a sense of security."
Feng Zhihuai: ...
Rubbing his forehead helplessly, "I just showed off a little affection, do you have to counter me so quickly?"
"Why not," Qin Zhan raised an eyebrow, "You guys have been showing off your affection in front of me for years, I can’t show off a bit?"
Raising his sharp eyes to look at this always composed fourth brother, Feng Zhihuai suddenly smiled, "Qin Zhan, you truly have fallen in love, you’re getting chatty."
Qin Zhan: ...
Feng Zhihuai didn’t consume lollipops like others by keeping it in his mouth until it melted; he would bite into it once his craving for smoke was satisfied, finishing it briskly.
Throwing the lollipop stick into the trash can, Feng Zhihuai said, "Are you planning to let Little Nine know?"
"...Let’s just go with the flow," Qin Zhan said softly, "But I didn’t expect Little Nine to sense it."
Feng Zhihuai paused, "Maybe your spiritual powers collided at some point you didn’t notice, so your state transferred to her."
Qin Zhan nodded, "I think so too." But when... Qin Zhan thought for a moment and had an idea.
Seeing Qin Zhan’s expression, Feng Zhihuai didn’t speak further. After all, he wasn’t a talkative person, so he straightened up and looked at Qin Zhan, "Try not to think about the past, think about now, think about Little Nine."
Little Nine...
Qin Zhan smiled faintly, "Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, because she’s all I think about."
After seeing Feng Zhihuai and Chu Wu off, Qin Zhan slightly tilted his head, looking out the window, recalling the scenes while he was in a coma.
In the past, his mind was filled with blood, everyone’s blood, but now, there was a voice constantly calling him... calling him...
"Fourth Brother..."
"Fourth Brother..."
"Fourth Brother..."
The persistent calling, the tremor deep in his heart forced him to wake up... Qin Zhan suddenly chuckled softly, murmuring, "Truly persistent..."