A bitter smile suddenly appeared on Lisa's face.
She said calmly, "I was born to be a killing machine. My life has never been under my own control. Therefore, I have no personal will."
Little Yichen anxiously argued, "…How can that be?! Don't you have aspirations? Haven't you thought about what your life could be like?"
"My life?"
"When you grow up, you'll be like my mommy. You'll have a job that brings satisfaction. Perhaps, you'll even have a man you love and have children with him. Haven't you thought about this?"
When Lisa heard this, she fell into a daze. She shook her head sincerely, her face devoid of any real expression. "I've never thought about it."
