Nan Zhan looked at the woman sitting opposite him, covering her face and crying, and he couldn't remain indifferent.
He was usually cold and silent, but seeing her upset and heartbroken, he also began to question himself, wondering if he had gone too far.
She was different from him; she was a woman with little exposure to the world. If such things had happened to him, he might have dealt with them with the calmest of minds, but she had no experience at all. She was only doing this job to clear her own name, and upon learning such results, how could she not be upset and blame herself?
With such thoughts, Nan Zhan couldn't help but reach out a hand to gently place on her shoulder. He was usually eloquent but not adept at giving comfort, so he could only pat her shoulder gently, saying everything without words.
Jian Si felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder and suddenly cried even harder.
She didn't blame him for saying those words, because every sentence he said was true.
