Russell shook his head slightly and sighed.
Miss Lin Qin was still too young.
Or rather, her talents were indeed insufficient, and she lacked social experience...
— to the extent that she failed to perceive Professor Chen's true intentions from such an unmistakably obvious and deliberate arrangement.
She indeed knew many things, was somewhat smart, and quite resolute.
But she had nothing she wanted to do on her own, no clear plan for her life— that deep-seated sense of confusion was just like Russell when he first arrived on Happiness Island. He walked with unsteady steps above the clouds, stumbling forward through the fog.
And it was precisely because the two were so similar on various levels... that Russell could even guess her thoughts without needing to copy Lin Qin's thinking.
Lin Qin and Russell were really alike.
Or rather, at their core, they were the same kind of people.
