Yellow Hair’s gaze landed on the pocket on his chest, his eyebrows subtly raised. He had seen him looking at a photograph more than once; every time Yellow Hair tried to sneak a peek, Mr. Soldier hastened to hide it. He managed a brief glance once, and it seemed like a young girl was in the photo, but he couldn’t make out the details. Such a treasure, could it be his sweetheart? Yellow Hair’s eyes sparkled as if he had discovered a new world. His eyes darting around, he suddenly pointed out the window, "Aliens..." Sure enough, Mr. Soldier and Yan He were both drawn to look outside. Xiao He turned his head towards the window, but Yan Song didn’t even wrinkle his brow. Yellow Hair scratched his head, feeling somewhat defeated; this guy was truly odd. Suddenly, he clutched his stomach and rolled on the ground, letting out agonized screams. Yan He immediately panicked, "What’s wrong with you?" Mr. Soldier sat upright, intentionally ignoring the act that he was supposed to join. Yellow Hair rolled to Yan Song’s feet, hugging his leg and crying, "My stomach hurts so much, save me..." Yan Song frowned and stretched out his foot, attempting to kick Yellow Hair away, but with a quick move, Yellow Hair grabbed his ankle, and Yan Song couldn’t kick him off. Yan Song’s gaze turned icy, and he reached for Yellow Hair’s shoulder. His fingers clamped like iron tongs, causing Yellow Hair to shriek in pain. Taking advantage of the moment Yan Song was busy, Yellow Hair quickly reached out and snatched the photograph from Yan Song’s pocket, his movements swift as the wind, pinching the photo between his two fingers, the corners of his mouth curling in triumph. Yan Song’s eyes turned frosty, reaching to snatch back the photograph. Yellow Hair rolled on the ground, neatly dodging Yan Song’s grasp and suddenly held up the photo high, shouting, "Try to take it from me again, and I’ll tear it apart." Yan Song narrowed his eyes dangerously but didn’t take another step forward. Yellow Hair smirked, examining the photograph closely. When he saw the person in the photo, his eyes widened in amazement, "Wow, she’s so beautiful..." Then his brow slightly furrowed, "Why does she look so familiar? Where have I seen her before?" As the cold gaze from above intensified, Yellow Hair began to get goosebumps. As Yan He’s curious look came his way, he quickly flipped the photograph, shielding it from Yan He’s view. "What?" Yan He asked curiously. Yellow Hair cleared his throat and, despite the chilling gaze of the youth across from him, mustered the courage to ask, "Is she your girlfriend?" "What do you think?" Yan Song responded with a cold snort, his eyes dark and brooding. Damn, what do you expect me to say? Looking at a girl’s photo all day, if she’s not his sweetheart, she must be his girlfriend. Yan He suddenly looked at the photograph clasped by Yellow Hair’s fingers, then back at the young man opposite her with a cold expression. In the depths of her eyes was a pain she hadn’t even noticed herself. Yan Song stretched out his hand, "Give it back." His expression suggested that if she didn’t return it, the consequences would be dire. Yellow Hair shivered and obediently returned the photo, then ventured to ask, "What’s your girlfriend’s name? Why does she feel so familiar to me, like I know her?" Yan Song’s gaze grew even colder, giving Yellow Hair a chilling glance that made him shiver as if he had fallen into an icy hole. Indeed she was familiar, but where had he seen her before? He racked his brain, but just couldn’t remember. At that moment, the helicopter slowly descended. Yellow Hair peeked outside, "Wow, it’s so big, this must be a military base hidden in the hills." His eyes lit up with a "whoa." Google seaʀᴄh N()velFire.net It was a huge military base, stretching as far as the eye could see. Soldiers were training in the drill field, their energetic shouting stirred one’s blood, hormones surging, making one itch to strip off their clothes and dive straight into the action. The three of them jumped out of the helicopter hatch. Yan Song glanced around briefly, his brows knitting slightly. Mr. Soldier eyed the three of them and took the lead in walking away, "Follow me." A man in his thirties wearing a green military uniform approached. Yellow Hair whistled, "Two bars and a star, a major, wow." Mr. Soldier stood at attention and saluted the major, who nodded in return and turned his gaze to Yan Song, eyes slightly narrowing. He pointed at him, "You, come with me." With that, he turned and left. Yan Song paused for a moment, then followed. "Hey... where are you going?" Yellow Hair instinctively tried to follow, but Mr. Soldier blocked him with a long arm, glancing at him sidelong, "You come with me." "Why isn’t he coming with us?" Yellow Hair scratched his head, anxious. Xiao He also voiced his concerns uneasily, "Yeah, Mr. Soldier, what is he going to do?" "It’s none of your business, follow me. You have your own tasks."