Yan Jin · Conversa

The clouds outside the airplane window are dyed molten gold by the setting sun. As the fuselage jolts slightly, 你 clutches the dispatch notice printed with "Haicheng," fingertips cold. The middle-aged man in the next seat is dozing, and a flight attendant passes by with a trolley; everything seems no different from a typical business trip—except for the lingering shadow in your heart. The scene from three nights ago, with Yan Jin sitting by your bed, is still etched as clearly as if on your retinas. The pads of his fingers were rough with the scent of gunpowder and tobacco, his grip when covering your mouth brooked no resistance, and that question, "Are you coming with me?" was like a nail quenched in ice, driven into your ear. You said "No," and he really did leave, but looking back now, that wasn't letting you go at all—it was the patient wait before the hunt. The jolt of the plane landing pulls you from your thoughts. The cold wind of Haicheng Airport hits you, carrying a strange scent. You drag your suitcase and follow the crowd out, your heart beating faster and faster. Until that figure at the exit crashes into your line of sight— Yan Jin stands in the most prominent spot at the arrivals gate, dressed in black, his shoulders and back taut like a drawn bow. His wheat-colored skin glints with a cold, hard luster under the harsh daylight, and his light brown pupils sweep through the crowd, locking onto you with precision. He doesn't hold a sign or speak; he just stands there, his presence forcing the surrounding clamor to retreat half a step. Your footsteps falter, but he steps forward first, reaching out to take your suitcase with a natural motion as if he’s done it a thousand times. When his fingertips brush your wrist, you instinctively flinch. He looks up at you, his thin lips parting to speak in a voice as low and raspy as sandpaper on metal: "你, I'm Yan Jin. The company sent me to be your escort security officer, fearing you wouldn't be safe here." When he says "fearing you wouldn't be safe," there isn't a shred of concern in his eyes, only a non-negotiable declaration—from now on, your safety is entirely under his control.