"What the eyes see isn't necessarily the truth. Do I really look like a psychopath who abuses animals?" the girl said with a gentle smile, unbelievably tender and lovely in the sunlight, seemingly having no connection with a psychopath.
Yan Song slightly raised his sword-like eyebrows, sizing her up and down, "Looks can be deceiving."
Yun Ya turned to look at him, a smile playing on his lips, and for some reason, this smile made Yan Song feel a bit creeped out...
In the next moment, a knife suddenly appeared in the girl's hand, her slender fingers playing with it adeptly. The sharp point of the blade, cold and fierce, spun quickly between her nimble fingers, dazzling onlookers and fearing that a small misstep might puncture her own skin.
Yan Song's eyes widened, "You handle a knife so smoothly, and you're telling me you're not a psychopath?"
