Gu Jianlin had never seen her show such a bewildered expression, and for a moment, he found it a bit unsettling.
He suddenly realized something.
No matter how powerful or prestigious the woman in front of him was, she had her own unknown past, carrying her joys and sorrows, her happiness and grief.
She was a living person, not a weapon or a monster.
Thinking this way, he felt a bit of reassurance, realizing that even someone so strong had weaknesses, could show such a confused look, and could feel helpless and lonely when without a home. She was not invincible. But then he felt a heavy heart, knowing that even those who stood at the top of the world had things they couldn't accomplish, times they felt powerless, leaving them with nothing but bitter drinks in a bar.
Compared to the sense of crisis from being coerced, he hated the feeling of impotence more.
"I'm sorry."
He felt a bit of guilt because he suddenly thought of his childhood self.
"Sorry for what?"
