Lyle felt his body was quite foolish because he didn't know what kind of actions to take or expressions to make in response to Mr. Zhiyan's story. A person purely in pursuit of freedom had caused his own death and had a terrible impact on those around him. Although Zhiyan had never intended to harm anyone, his actions driven by the pursuit of his ideals still led to regrettable consequences.
An absurd accident had induced a sense of powerlessness in Lyle's heart, a stifled feeling of helplessness with no way to vent, like a fishbone stuck in the throat.
"Does Mr. Law know these truths? Does he realize that the laws he believes he's upholding were, from the very beginning, a fatal misunderstanding?"
"He doesn't know," Zhiyan leaned forward, arms pressing on the bone table, those vivid eyes staring intently at Lyle, with the blue within turning to ice, "and he won't ever know because you won't tell him..."
