Angel actually thought highly of Helen. However, that regard was not limited to shallow romantic affection, but was an appreciation of her character.
He greatly admired Helen's conduct—decisive and clear-minded, knowing when to advance and when to retreat. In the way they handled matters, Helen and Nausicaa were quite similar, but their beliefs in life differed. Nausicaa yearned for freedom, untamed and unrestrained, while Helen leaned more toward order and self-discipline.
It was precisely because he admired Helen that Angel thought of her from time to time.
Although he did not have much fondness for Si Man, Si Man seemed to like Helen very much. With Si Man looking after her, Helen should be doing quite well, shouldn't she?
As Angel was thinking this, a slightly plump woman in the spectator stands on the other side of the arena looked toward where Angel was sitting. A faint smile curved her lips, and a trace of nostalgia flashed through her eyes.
On the arena stage, purple-haired Si Man first glanced at the slightly plump woman, then followed her gaze toward Angel.
Si Man frowned slightly. She had actually spotted Angel the moment she entered the arena, because the seats around him were the only empty ones. He was far too conspicuous. She did not understand why Angel had suddenly come to watch this match, and not in the capacity of a judge.
Was it for her? Or for Xi Li on the other side?
Or perhaps for Helen?
Si Man knew that Helen had once seemed to have feelings for Angel, but Angel had clearly turned her down tactfully, and Helen herself had decisively taken a step back... Could it be that Angel intended to go back for old grass?
Angel knew nothing of Si Man's suddenly tangled thoughts. His purpose