Capítulo 50: yes, things are great

“There is a problem.”

Déjà vu. Yang Rong walks into the cottage again, another three nights later, wearing (thankfully) a different shirt that isn’t stained with hemoglobin this time. He is also not holding an animal carcass in his hands. The expression on his face is, however, still comically glowering, his green eyes narrowed in irritation.

He strides over to Noah, crouches down to meet on eye level, and repeats himself pointedly, “Are you listening?”

Noah, midway to dozing off, slowly blinks himself to alacrity. With sluggish movements, he raises his hand, intending to rub at his eyes but stops out of sheer laziness. He wraps his – the colonel’s – black jacket closer to his body and gives an unenergetic hum in response. “Mm?”