He didn't know what he was doing.
He Tang had left.
It's good that she's gone, at least she didn't end up dying at Lin Shuyu's hands.
But when Zhang Qian came to his senses, he was startled by his own thoughts.
Then, he convinced himself: Yes, even if she had to die, He Tang should die by my hand; why make it easy for Lin Shuyu?
Zhang Qian had spent half his life being a clear-thinking, logical lawyer.
At this moment, he couldn't even understand himself.
He truly couldn't grasp the sense of contradiction, leaving him lost in it, unable to extricate himself for a long time.
It wasn't until his newly powered-on phone vibrated repeatedly that he looked down at the screen.
The call was from Wen Suihan.
Zhang Qian answered, and Wen Suihan asked, "Zhang Qian, where did you go? I couldn't find you anywhere."
Zhang Qian exhaled deeply and said into the phone, "I'm in Y City."
On the other end of the line, Wen Suihan fell silent.
