She was an orphan, raised within an assassin organization. To the organization, she was a mobile killing machine.
As a machine, she shouldn't have any feelings.
In the belief system of the assassin organization, emotion was the least needed thing for an assassin.
Living with Zhuo Junyue these past few days had made Lily somewhat uncomfortable with his kindness.
She had studied Zhuo Junyue's background meticulously. On the surface, he was a cold person. When he showed gentleness, however, it was like molten magma stirring beneath a volcano, capable of melting people's hearts.
Zhuo Junyue opened the food box. The aroma of a meal prepared by the Zhuo family's chef immediately filled the air.
"Little one, eat more. It'll help you recover faster. You have a sore throat, so this soup is specially made for you," he said.
Lily silently nodded. She thought her voice could probably hold out for about half a month.
