As they walked through the forest, Cheon Yeo-hwa glanced at Leo, who was walking slightly ahead of her, with an eerie look.
'His previous appearance, where he couldn't hide his murderous intent like a third-rate assassin, is nowhere to be found,' she thought.
Now, his perfectly refined demeanor was so quiet that Cheon Yeo-hwa, standing just a step behind him, couldn't sense any trace of it.
'What the hell is he doing?'
From the moment she met Leo, Cheon Yeo-hwa had never let her guard down for a single moment, even when she was trapped in a net.
'Even when he was unprotected and packing his bags at the lakeside, if he was going to take my life, he would always have taken out the knife hidden in his bosom and prepared to stab my neck.'
But Cheon Yeo-hwa had to admit, 'Should we say that he was lucky? He hasn't shown any signs of hostility since meeting me.'