Then, Yu Anwan lowered her head and saw the eyelashes on Wen Yan's fingers.
"It's done," Wen Yan said calmly. "I'll go upstairs to rest. I have a flight tomorrow, and I'm on a mission. We won't be able to contact each other for about two months. I'll come to see you when I return."
Without saying more, Wen Yan walked toward the second floor.
His posture was reminiscent of a husband leaving home, explaining his whereabouts to his wife. However, due to the nature of his work, many things couldn't be disclosed.
Yu Anwan was taken aback as if she weren't entirely accustomed to this.
Wen Yan had already moved far away, leaving only a faint scent of tobacco in the air.
Yet, this situation didn't feel entirely unfamiliar.
Given Wen Yan's current status among mercenaries, it was impossible to hire him without a substantial amount of money and an extremely challenging mission.
As a result, Wen Yan disappeared every two to three months.
