Cui Que didn't know how to answer.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she slightly curled up her legs and focused on thinking.
Guilty... or not guilty.
She had disrupted the order and brought chaos; she had eradicated lies, bringing forth the truth.
No matter which side she chose, it seemed like denying the other path. On that other path, there also ought to be at least half of all that was good.
"I…"
Just as Cui Que began to speak, Russell, who had tied up his hair, smiled and touched her head.
The warm touch of her lover interrupted her thoughts, and when she looked up, she saw Russell's eyes, gentle as a lake.
"You don't have to answer now," he said.
"...I can't give an answer either."
Cui Que closed her eyes and said gravely, "If it's about making a decision quickly, based on instinct, to judge which answer is closer to my real thoughts, I could manage that. But if you want me to provide a detailed, regret-free 'real answer'... I think I would need at least a few days.