Was it worth it?
Lin An didn't know.
"Ah."
He let out a sigh.
Then he headed toward the station.
Over the next few days, Lin An did not visit the Spirit Pagoda again.
He had thought it through clearly:
For the time being, he could not touch the line connected to Leng Yaozhu.
First, Gu Yue was watching too closely.
Second, Leng Yaozhu's own emotional defenses were far too strong.
Her obsession of so many years was not something an outsider like him could unravel with just a few words.
Forget it.
He would put it aside for now.
Lin An shifted his focus back to drilling problems.
No, to supervising Gu Yue's problem drilling.
Days passed one after another, and in the blink of an eye, another week had gone by.
Spirit Pagoda, top floor.
Leng Yaozhu sat behind her desk, a file spread out before her.
She had stared at it for the entire morning.
Yet not a single word had entered her mind.
Her gaze drifted toward the door from time to time, only for her to quickly pull it back, as though she were doing something shameful.
He hadn't come.
He hadn't come on the first day.
He hadn't come on the second day.
He hadn't come on the third day either.
Now, an entire week had passed.
Leng Yaozhu set down her pen, leaned back in her chair, and raised a hand to rub her brow.
Her long reddish-brown hair fell over her shoulders, not carefully pinned into a bun as it usually was.
Instead, it hung loosely around her, making her complexion look somewhat haggard.
Did he think I was too harsh?
Her tone had indeed been somewhat sharp that day.
After all, she had been the one to lose her temper