"Goh Fan, you mustn't tell them."
Anran yelled at Goh Fan. She had lost because she had underestimated her enemy, but that place absolutely could not be discovered.
It was their hope.
"Anran, I'm sorry. There are twenty people with them, and they actually have no weapons—after all, bringing them in is a problem—but iron rods and the like, they definitely have. If you want to get through, it's not going to be easy. I've said it all, let Anran go."
Goh Fan didn't care at all what would happen to those people, nor did he care about whether they would succeed or not. He had cared about only one thing from the beginning to the end, Anran. Just Anran.
"You coward, Goh Fan, you're just a coward. Didn't I tell you, don't say it, don't say it. You're just not a man."
What use was he.
"Anran, nothing is as important to me as you are."
Goh Fan looked at Anran seriously, with the same warm gaze as in the old days, but... in Anran's eyes, nothing mattered at all.
