Gu Yuanzhou has deep, penetrating black eyes that seem to perceive everything. Whenever he directs his gaze at me, I can't shake the feeling that he's seeing through me.
For a few fleeting seconds, I considered all the possible outcomes.
In the end, I gave him an answer.
"Does this name... make President Gu uncomfortable?"
"The name you wrote is my deceased wife's! How do you expect me to feel?"
The man radiates a powerful aura, his words filled with a sharp, cutting edge.
Like a sword coming at me, carrying a sweeping martial airstream.
I don't want to confront him head-on, so I ask cautiously,
"Does President Gu think my handwriting is good?"
Hide-until-needed, this is my current strategy.
After all, Damaha hasn't woken up, and I can't be sure if Gu Yuanzhou is indeed the culprit. I must remain patient and communicate with him skillfully.
He glances briefly at the words I'd written...
"Very well written!"
"Um, what's good about it?"
