Upon seeing Russell's return, Cui Que stood silently in place, then approached with a look of both care and tension.
"You... are you okay?"
"...Ah, I'm fine."
Russell replied softly. He seemed to think his response was somewhat perfunctory, so he turned his head and lowered his voice to reassure again, "I'm really fine, no problem at all..."
Then why do you not seem exuberant and excited as one who has defeated a powerful enemy?
And you lack the relief and emptiness of a revenge drama that has found satisfaction.
Cui Que's expression became subtly complicated.
...To use a not very elegant analogy, she felt that Russell currently seemed like someone with a stomachache about to have "Bad Day," yet still far from home. So all he could do was hold his breath, speak softly, and walk slowly with that sort of careful and cautious attitude.
Although Cui Que was still worried, her trust in Russell made her decide to skip the topic for now, "Was the plan a success?"
