What happened?
Xia Jinyuan stood beside her and looked at Ye Jian intently. His right hand, which was patting her shoulder, slowly lowered. Under the cover of the night, his slender fingers touched her fingertips. The touch was so cold that he held her hand tightly.
Suppressing his doubts, he said in a gentle and low voice, "Now is not the time to think about personal matters. No matter how serious the matter is, we have to suppress it temporarily." Holding her hand tightly, the two of them walked side by side. "Besides K7, there's another comrade from the Snow Region Brigade with the nickname 'White Crane' in the car."
"I received an order from the military and a call from the Guilin police. We need to rush to Huzhou overnight and take the plane to Guilin at 6:17 A.M. tomorrow." His hand was very warm. The warmth from his palm and the tip of his finger warmed Ye Jian's cold fingers. "That's why you should forget about your personal matters."
