"Does your 'goddess' really want to see you 'accompany' her this way?"
"Shut up!"
It was as if his most painful inner self had been sharply pierced, and the man's emotions spiraled out of control once more.
The knife in his hand tightened suddenly, causing the hostage to let out a muffled whimper.
Jiang An immediately raised his hand to make a soothing gesture and slowed his speech: "Alright, we won't talk about that."
"There's one truth I must tell you: In the world of emotions, there is inherently no absolute black or white."
"During the years you've been away, Zhang Qian met the current hostage on the internet."
"From her perspective, this may not be 'betrayal'; maybe she's just trying to continue her emotional life."
He watched the man's gradually tensing face and continued steadily: "The reason I say 'I understand you' is because I can speculate—you have never truly let go of Zhang Qian over these years."
"You even secretly followed her, didn't you?"
