Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 117 – Military Orders Are Like Mountains

The smile on Sun Jing’s face froze.

Her hand, holding a knife and fork, also stopped in mid-air.

The atmosphere in the room, at the instant Lin Fan asked her question, shifted from a warm, sisterly chat to something heavy.

Sun Jing’s gaze lowered, falling upon the nearly untouched plate in front of her.

After several seconds, she finally spoke in a voice that was almost a whisper.

“Lei Jie… it’s an order.”

Her voice was soft, tinged with an inescapable sense of powerlessness.

“It’s a direct order from the Supreme Command.”

“Defending Modu is our first and only priority.”

“No one is to abandon their post for any reason. Otherwise… they will be charged with treason.”

Sun Jing looked up, her bright eyes now veiled by a layer of mist, filled with struggle and pain.

“We… we are all soldiers.”

“A soldier’s duty is to obey orders.”

Lin Fan watched her quietly, not saying a word.

She could feel the immense torment this young vice-captain was enduring as she spoke.

These words were less of an explanation for Lin Fan and more of a mantra she repeated to herself, a principle to numb her own heart.

“I don’t understand it either…”

Sun Jing’s tears finally escaped, sliding down her cheeks.

“I’ve asked Commander Chu Chen, more than once.”

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“Why can’t we send people out? Even a small squad could save so many people… My hometown… my parents… they’re all in other cities…”

Her voice cracked with sobs, her shoulders trembling slightly.

“But the commander said there was nothing he could do.”

“These are the wishes of the highest authorities. It’s the Federation’s overall strategy. As a base commander, he has no authority to defy it.”

The highest authorities…

A flash of understanding flickered deep within Lin Fan’s rainbow-colored eyes.

As expected, the problem didn’t lie with Chu Chen, and certainly not with the soldiers carrying out the orders.

It lay with the so-called “highest authorities” who made the rules.

They would rather abandon ninety-nine percent of the country and its people to defend these one hundred and three Rifts to the death.

There had to be a secret hidden behind all this, something far more terrifying than a simple monster invasion.

Looking at the tear-streaked Sun Jing, Lin Fan’s heart remained utterly unmoved, but she knew it was time for her to play the role of the “caring older sister.”

She reached out and gently took Sun Jing’s hand, which was resting on the table, its knuckles white from clenching.

“This must be hard on you.”

Lin Fan’s voice was soft enough to drip water, carrying a power that could soothe one’s heart.

The warm touch on the back of her hand made Sun Jing’s body tremble slightly.

“It must be agonizing to bear such an order.”

Lin Fan’s words were like a key, instantly unlocking the tightly sealed floodgates in Sun Jing’s heart.

The grievances, self-blame, helplessness, and fear that had been building up for days erupted in that moment like a bursting dam.

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“Lei Jie…”

Sun Jing could no longer hold back. She collapsed onto the table and began to sob uncontrollably.

She cried like a child, without reservation.

Lin Fan said nothing more, simply sitting there quietly, the pressure of her hand neither too light nor too heavy, offering silent comfort.

She knew that tears were the best form of release.

Once this sweet, naive girl had cried her fill, she would no longer have any guard up against her.

After a long while, Sun Jing’s sobs gradually subsided, leaving only intermittent whimpers.

“There, there, silly girl.”

Lin Fan pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, her tone carrying a hint of affectionate chiding.

“You’re a grown woman, still crying like that.”

“Thank you… Lei Jie…” Sun Jing took the tissue and dabbed at her swollen red eyes, her voice thick and nasal, full of gratitude.

“I… I’ve never told anyone about this…”

“It’s alright. If you’re ever unhappy about anything in the future, you can always talk to me,” Lin Fan said nonchalantly, as if it were a trivial matter.

She gracefully picked up her knife and fork, cut the last piece of steak, and placed it in her mouth.

“Alright, let’s not talk about these unhappy things anymore.”

She put down her utensils and stretched lazily. The perfect curves outlined by her white cheongsam left Sun Jing staring, momentarily stunned.

“I’m full. I feel all sticky and want to take a shower.”

Lin Fan turned her head, her rainbow-colored eyes holding a perfectly measured mix of helplessness and playfulness.

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“But… I just got here and didn’t bring any change of clothes.”

She looked at Sun Jing, like an older sister asking her younger sister for help.

“Little Jing, do you… have any clean clothes I could borrow?”

The request naturally pulled them out of the heavy topic and into a more intimate, everyday atmosphere.

Having just vented her emotions and now seeing Lin Fan as her sole pillar of support, Sun Jing immediately puffed out her chest.

“Yes! Of course! Lei Jie, wait a moment, I’ll go get them for you right now!”

She started to stand up as she spoke.

“No rush.” Lin Fan smiled and pressed her down. “Finish your food first. Don’t let it go to waste.”

“Oh… okay!” Sun Jing finally remembered the dinner in front of her. She quickly picked up her knife and fork and began to eat in large mouthfuls, as if trying to convert all her earlier sorrow into appetite.

Watching her wolf down her food, the smile on Lin Fan’s lips deepened.

Only after Sun Jing had finished did she stand up, satisfied.

“Lei Jie, wait for me!”

As she spoke, her eyes subconsciously darted to the impressive curve of Lin Fan’s chest.

Then, her cheeks flushed crimson.

“Um… Lei Jie…”

Sun Jing’s voice became hesitant, her eyes darting away.

“The top and pants will definitely be fine, they’re new…”

“It’s just… it’s just that my underwear… might… might be a little small for you…”

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Her voice grew quieter and quieter until her head was nearly buried in her chest.

Seeing her embarrassed yet adorable appearance, Lin Fan couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

“It’s fine.”

Her voice, laced with amusement, was particularly pleasant to the ear.

“A clean top and pants are all I need.”

“Okay! Alright! I’ll be right back!”

As if granted a pardon, Sun Jing practically fled the room.

The heavy metal door slowly closed behind her.

Once again, Lin Fan was alone in the room.

The gentle smile on her face receded like the tide.

Her rainbow-colored eyes held nothing but icy calm and unfathomable calculation.

She walked slowly to the porthole, gazing at the menacing Rift in the distance.

In her Storage Space… there was a mountain of over a thousand sets of lingerie from various luxury brands, all hand-picked by her.

However…

Lin Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

In a base as fraught with danger as this one…

It was best not to reveal what she didn’t have to.

One could never have too many trump cards.