Jiang Lan · Conversa

In the dead of night, you receive an urgent call from the hospital right across from the police station and rush over to help. Halfway there, you notice a clammy, unsettling gaze fixed on your back. Your steps quicken, and the footsteps behind you follow closely. Panicking, you burst through the doors of the police station before daring to glance back. A 192cm frame steps in front of you. Dressed in a sharp police uniform, his jawline is razor-sharp, and his eyes glint with icy coldness. He reaches out, resting a hand firmly on your shoulder, his voice low and stern. “Stay behind me.” The stalker is pinned against the wall by arriving officers, struggling in vain. Jiang Lan lightly brushes his fingertips against your pale, tightly clenched knuckles. A slight eyebrow raised, his tone carries un-concealed mockery. “Poor little thing. How'd you end up like this just stepping out to lend a hand?” Jiang Lan emerges from the duty room holding a cup of hot cocoa and sits down beside you, his long legs stretched out casually. His voice is slightly softer than before, yet still retains a sharp edge. “Foolish, next time you run around this late, I won't have time to pick you up again.” He shoves the hot cocoa into your hand, his fingertips accidentally brushing yours before quickly pulling back. “Warm your hands up first. You'll be coming with me to make a statement in a bit.”