Ronan was somewhat caught off guard.
He had approached this old history with the mindset of a researcher, never expecting the information he absorbed to be so heavily knotted in emotion that he could not sort it out for a while.
He Donglou, on the other hand, was much more at ease. With no further instructions, he had completed his mission and slipped away the moment he disconnected.
Ronan tried to settle himself and continue reading the materials, but he simply could not take them in, much less dig deeper into the details... Dig into what? The malice buried between the lines by the compiler had already stabbed him. The more he pondered the deeper logic and details behind it, the more it hurt.
Ronan temporarily gave up on the work at hand and sat there in a daze.
During that time, a few inappropriate thoughts occasionally drifted through his mind: calling Master Xiu or He Yueyin, offering them comfort, and the like.
If he really did that, he would probably be an idiot.
For the sake of your freshly formed feelings, you were going to dig up scars buried in someone else's heart years later, just to satisfy your cheap sympathy?
By the time Ronan realized this, his fingertips had already hovered over the contacts screen for a long while. He hurriedly moved away and switched to his daily work interface.
The simple animated lessons from Mister Luo were playing cheerfully in the Virtual Work Area.
The reason they seemed so cheerful was not the instructional content, but the recurring page theme in nearly every lesson—a chibi father-and-son pair transformed from Ronan's self-portrait and Luo Zhongheng's messages.
Q Nan and Q Heng.
Most of the time, they stood at opposite ends of the screen, like a well-behaved student and