He attributed the incident to the little girl's ignorant and foolish behavior.
He didn't stop her, didn't clarify, and didn't give her a serious warning. He simply chose the easiest way—to distance himself from her and ignore her.
He thought that as long as he ignored her, she would naturally understand when she grew up.
But he was wrong.
That's completely wrong.
His indifference did not bring her to her senses; instead, it made her even more paranoid.
His excellence, while serving as a role model for her, also fueled her desire to always be number one and to possess him entirely.
When Su An appeared, someone more outstanding, more dazzling, and more attractive to him, Bai Wei's obsessive love was completely twisted into a poisonous jealousy!
He saw all of this.
He saw Bai Wei's growing hostility towards Su An, and the undisguised resentment in her eyes.
But what did he do?
Nothing was done.
He even felt that this was a minor conflict between the female soldiers, and that it was inappropriate for him, a grown man, to interfere.
His self-righteous "non-interference" and his self-proclaimed aloof "detachment" are actually a form of cold-hearted indulgence!
If... if he had listened to his sister back then...
If... in the training camp, he sensed that Bai Wei was becoming hostile towards him, he should have stood up and given her a stern warning, instead of standing by and watching...
If... he could have seen through Bai Wei's obsession behind that mask sooner...
So, does that mean Wang Xiaoya won't die?
One thing after another, like a movie replay, at every juncture he had the opportunity to change things, but he missed them all.
He was not a bystander.
He was the root of this tragedy, the one who handed over the first domino!
He deserves some credit for Wang Xiaoya's death!
Bai Wei's evil was something he condoned!
This realization, like an invisible giant hammer, shattered his proud integrity and the "justice" and "morality" he had upheld for more than 20 years.
His fist is a fist to protect the country and punish evil and promote good.
But now, those fists are stained with the blood of an innocent girl.
How can he throw a punch now?
For whom do you wave?
"Jiang Yan!"
A loud shout finally pulled Jiang Yan out of the bottomless hell of self-judgment.
He snapped back to reality, and nearly a hundred eyes in the room were focused on him like lights, filled with doubt, confusion and urging.
An unprecedented sense of shame and embarrassment overwhelmed him instantly.
Jiang Yan, surprisingly, lost his composure in front of everyone during the final showdown.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil and pain surging in his heart, raised his eyes, and finally looked directly at his opponent.
In Gao Kai's eyes burned a fierce flame, a flame purely for victory, for honor, for someone. Clean, ardent, and unstoppable.
And what is in one's own eyes?
Jiang Yan didn't know.
All he knew was that he had to fight.
He slowly raised his hand, adopting a standard fighting stance, but the posture was stiff and unsteady like never before.
His voice was terribly hoarse, like worn-out sandpaper.
"bring it on."
"Beep—!"
A sharp whistle pierced the stagnant air.
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