Gu Jin's gaze toward Zhen Jie couldn't really be called sympathy.
It was more a lofty, overlooking kind of stare, or maybe a sigh from someone standing at a different height.
In their last life they were both mired in the swamp, pitiful together, yet utterly helpless.
In this life, she had broken every shackle and now had the capital to do whatever she wanted.
If possible, lending Zhen Jie a hand was no big deal.
Hearing this, Zhen Jie's body, still lying on the floor, trembled slightly.
Complex emotions flashed in his eyes, along with a trace of stubbornness: "Really?"
Zhen Jie simply didn't believe Gu Jin would be willing to help him.
After all, everything the Zhen Family had done to her back then—he'd seen it all with his own eyes.
Some things he didn't fail to understand; he just couldn't do anything about them.
"If you can give me a reason, I might consider helping you."
