Zhang Ju had long since realized that Chen Ge was no ordinary person. No matter what those eyes saw, they remained calm, as if nothing in the world could ever surprise him.
Honestly, Zhang Ju was afraid of people like that. But it was precisely because he was afraid that he had chosen to obey and follow him.
Standing before the photo, Zhang Ju opened his only remaining eye, his right one, and silently studied Chen Ge's face.
Ordinary features, an appearance so unremarkable he would have been impossible to pick out in a crowd. Yet this very person had just revealed an expression that even he found frightening, without meaning to.
It was hard to describe. It was as if a vengeful spirit consumed by resentment had merged with a deranged psychopath. His face showed madness, sickness, and cruelty—but above all, it showed no fear.
Zhang Ju knew what he looked like. He had always thought of himself as a terrifying monster. But Chen Ge's actions just now had made him realize there were even more terrifying "monsters" in this world.
"Yes, we must be the same kind of person."
He believed Chen Ge because only someone who had been through Hell could wear that expression. The other man, like him, had forgotten the past.
"Sorry, Teacher Bai. I remembered some very unpleasant things, and that's why I lost control." Zhang Ju's voice was rough and grating, but his attitude had improved considerably.
"It's all right. Would a teacher really blame a student?" Chen Ge smiled. He seemed kind and gentle, and it was hard to believe that the person who had just spoken to Zhang Ju was the same man. "What did you remember? Don't hold back. Tell me everything."
"It wasn't much, really. Just some painful memories."