Fu Sinin's face was filled with panic, her gaze flitting about unsettled, and her fair hands were trembling incessantly.
She took two steps back, looking at the dagger in Fang Yu's abdomen, a smile slowly emerging in her eyes.
Raising her jade-like hand, she swiped across her face.
A human skin mask slid off.
Not Fu Sinin?
Fang Yu was stunned.
This face was peerlessly unique, exquisite and captivating, far more beautiful than Fu Sinin. Yet, her charm was somewhat similar to Fu Sinin's.
"Indeed, I am not someone called Fu Sinin... My name is Mei Yao'er, this is my true face. Fu Sinin is just a name I played with. To tell you the truth, I originally belong to Hongmen, my Disguise Technique... How is it?"
Hearing these words.
Fang Yu instantly understood.
He understood why she knew so much about him, why she appeared here, why her actions along the way were so strange...
It turns out, she wanted to kill him.
They say the human heart is unpredictable.