Oops, the Killer Falls in Love with His Target.

"Do you know what the stupidest feeling in the world is?" Under the moonlight, two people were sitting on a dead tree among the reeds. She swung her feet, spreading ripples on the calm lake surface. "What is it?" She looked up at the moon, her eyes shining brightly, but she didn't realize that his eyes were already dim with tears. "It's the relationship between the killer and the target." These words suddenly froze everything in the world, even the heartbeat stopped for half a beat. "What kind of relationship can there be between the killer and the target?" Her feet stopped shaking, her eyes were filled with cold light, and she narrowed slightly, "Is the killer in love with the target? That's quite stupid." "No, the stupidest thing is that the target fell in love with the killer." He did not hide the affection and sentimentality in his eyes, just showing it without any reservation, like a lamb putting its neck into the wolf's mouth, staring at her quietly. Everything was covered with a layer of white mist, and a teardrop fell into the lake.