Wang Yu glanced at the people present; apart from Lin Yaowei, only Lin Xi was unaware of his assassin identity.
Lin Yaowei was easier to deal with, as he was a man with a relatively strong psychological fortitude, but Lin Xi was a woman, and not just any woman—she was deeply in love with him. Could she accept the sudden revelation that he was an assassin? Would she think he had been deceiving her all along?
Looking at Lin Xi, a hint of hesitation appeared in Wang Yu's eyes, uncertain of how she would react once he disclosed his identity.
After a moment of contemplation, Wang Yu finally made up his mind. Sooner or later, he would have to tell Lin Xi the truth; he couldn't hide it for a lifetime. There was no better day than the present, so he might as well spill everything today.
