After a few hours of calm consideration, Han Tuhu was wearing an entirely different expression from before. He gave Li Yao the feeling that he was trying to suppress part of his brain and forcing himself to become a precise machine without emotions.
"I'm sorry, Major Li."
Han Tuhu held the military hat in his hand and touched the red star medal that was already glittering because of rubbing with his thumb. "I was too sentimental just now and lost the calmness that a commander of the federal army should have. Meaningless passion and fury can only lead to misjudgments and the eventual doom of the troop. I must apologize for my loss of control."
Li Yao did not know whether Han Tuhu's change in attitude was good or bad.
