“Why won’t you return?”

The question had ghosted over your lips, almost in a childish manner. When Geshu Lin had dissapeared, you had gone after him—, and found him. Yet, something in you prevented you from telling Jinzhou that the missing general was alive and well.

Reluctantly, Geshu Lin had let you stay with him. But something told you that now, in this moment, you were wearing his patience thin. Dangerously thin.

His expression hardened as he stayed silent, fists clenching and unclenching as if to keep him from boiling over. He didn’t care to answer your incessant questions on why he wouldn’t return to Jinzhou. On why he wouldn’t defend his wrongfully crumbling reputation. Questions left unanswered bothered you, so you threw caution to Geshu Lin’s growing irritation and kept pressing.