Yang Yi's gaze was calm, yet it betrayed a thick aura of murderous intent.
Bonnie's eyes constricted slightly before she let out a sigh and said, "Are you an assassin?"
Yang Yi closed his eyes, then shook his head and said, "I'm not an assassin, but I possess an assassin's heart. Even if I don't have an assassin's heart, I have an assassin's instincts. And if I don't have the instincts, at the very least, I closely resemble an assassin called Cupid."
Opening his eyes, the killing intent in Yang Yi's eyes had vanished, and he spoke very calmly, "What am I afraid of? I'm afraid of another me, someone highly similar to myself. When I realize he might think and solve problems the same way I do, I instinctively feel fear."
Bonnie took a breath and said, "My God, you're such a proud person."
"Proud?"
