"But I don't want to get to know her further, maybe what I like is just her silhouette, the image formed by that angle and the light. It's a kind of aimless affection. I don't know what she looks like, and I don't want to know. Perhaps seeing her true face would destroy that feeling. I just need that one silhouette, to just take a distant look at it."
Qin Shiyu stuck out her tongue and pouted, looking somewhat unhappy, "I'm jealous."
With a slight smile, Huang Yi held her in his arms and said softly, "You don't need to be jealous, I've always been yours. The organization has trained us from a young age on how to kill a person, but never how to love someone. I don't know how to date other girls; the very thought of exposing my feelings to a completely strange girl terrifies me. Maybe I'm just too clumsy in this respect, and I don't want the trouble. You're already a good girl, and I've grown accustomed to you."