Vacation 1.1

Three months after the case was closed, Fan Jinci spent three days in the laboratory and finally finished making the silver butterfly ornament.

—The intricate mechanical structure allows the wings to tremble slightly, reflecting a cool blue light in the sunlight, like the covered brand beneath his collarbone.

He tossed it to Yu Yan expressionlessly: "Take it, and don't bother me anymore."

Yu Yan froze for two seconds, then his pupils dilated in shock: "...For me?"

Fan Jinci ignored him and turned to leave, but before he could take two steps, Yu Yan grabbed him tightly from behind, almost suffocating him.

"Brother Fan—" Yu Yan buried his face in the crook of his neck and rubbed against him, his voice muffled and trembling, "I love you to death."

Fan Jinci: "...Let go, or I'll dissect you."

Yu Yan: "No! You promised me! You're my boyfriend now!"

Fan Jinci: "..."

He did agree, on a certain late night when he was driven to the brink of collapse by Yu Yan's persistent pestering.

The next day, in the criminal investigation team office.

Yu Yan hung the silver butterfly ornament on his tactical vest, walked with a swagger, and lifted his jacket to greet people, saying, "Look, it was a gift from Brother Fan."

Li Weimian was organizing files, not even looking up: "Isn't that childish?"

Jiang Zhaoyan walked by with a cup of coffee, sneering, "What do you want? How boring."

Wen Lin lay on the table, blinking his eyes: "Brother Fan~ I want one too!"

Yu Yan's expression changed instantly, and he grabbed Wen Lin's head, saying, "Don't even think about it. This is my token of love."

Fan Jinci pushed the door open and happened to hear this. He slammed a stack of reports on the table with a cold face: "If you say another word, everyone will work overtime tonight."

Everyone fell silent instantly.

Yu Yan leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Fan, I've booked the vacation tickets."

Fan Jinci glanced at him and said, "Hmm."

The seaside resort was bathed in sunshine.

Fan Jinci wore a loose white linen shirt with the cuffs rolled up to her elbows, revealing her pale wrists and a low-key mechanical watch. Her black trousers made her legs look straight and long, and she looked as aloof as a handful of snow.

Li Weimian wore seven-centimeter stilettos, her black halter dress accentuating her porcelain-white skin. With a slight upturn of her red lips, she stood at 1.75 meters tall, exuding an aura of imposing presence.

She and Fan Jinci walked side by side, one aloof and elegant, the other distant, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

"That couple is so good-looking..." a passerby muttered.

Yu Yan instantly bristled, strode forward, grabbed Fan Jinci's waist, and glared back as if asserting ownership: "What are you looking at? Mine!"

Li Weimian scoffed, "A possessive mad dog." Then he called his ex-girlfriend.

Jiang Zhaoyan, wearing sunglasses, looked impatient: "It's so hot, can we hurry up and go to the hotel?"

Wen Lin skipped and hopped, holding up an ice cream cone: "Brother Fan~ want some?"

Yu Yan: "He won't eat! I'll eat!"

Fan Jinci: "..."

He began to wonder why he had agreed to come on vacation in the first place.

Evening, on the beach.

Fan Jinci sat under the parasol reading a book, while Yu Yan lay on the beach chair next to him, staring intently at him.

"Brother Fan."

"explain."

You look good in white.

"..."

"It's really beautiful."

"Shut up."

Yu Yan suddenly reached out and gently touched the butterfly tattoo below his collarbone with his fingertips: "Does it still hurt?"

Fan Jinci paused in his book-turning motion, then said calmly, "It hasn't hurt for a long time."

Yu Yan stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly rolled over and pressed down on him, giving him a hard kiss on the lips.

Fan Jinci frowned: "...What's wrong with you?"

Yu Yan grinned: "Happy."

In the distance, Wen Lin secretly took a picture with his phone: "Wow~"

Li Weimian sighed, "It's hopeless."

Jiang Zhaoyan turned away indifferently: "I'm going to have a drink."

Amidst the sound of the waves, the setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them.

Yu Yan's silver butterfly ornaments gleamed slightly in the light, as if they had finally found their home.