Especially after Yvette stepped into the bar, she felt even worse.
Because Yvette realized that the bar gave her a stronger sense of safety and comfort than the church did.
Perhaps that was why there were so many people in the bar every day.
The sense of security he gave people was truly unparalleled.
And that sense of safety, that feeling of having returned home, was not entirely because people could not hurt each other inside the bar. Compared to the bar itself, the people here might have been more important.
She was not referring to the guests constantly coming and going through the bar, but to the owner of this bar.
Although Yvette did not want to admit it, Chen Luo, the chief culprit responsible for killing her, often gave her an extremely reliable feeling.
It always felt like anything handed over to him would definitely be resolved.
And whenever she was with Chen Luo, she always felt relaxed.
Unless she saw the Friendship Revolver in his hand.
"Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn't chosen to attack you from the start and had instead accidentally wandered into the bar, what kind of relationship would we have had?" Yvette asked Chen Luo, who was looking at her with concern, her tone somewhat complicated.
Even now, Yvette could not figure out whether Chen Luo was worried about Yvette herself or about his puppet named Yvette.
If it had been anyone else, they definitely would have been worried about the latter. But if it was Chen Luo, Yvette truly could not be sure.
And the moment she asked that question, Yvette regretted it a little.
"Well, that assumption is meaningless. But if you really want to hear it, I don't mind making one. If you had truly appeared before me as a