"Why do you say I'm undercover?" Yang Yi himself wasn't too sure. He couldn't just say, "Sorry, I'm a cop," because he wasn't a cop.
But as for being undercover, Yang Yi could explain that easily because he was indeed an undercover agent.
Petra's face didn't look good at all; it was ashen, to say the least. She looked as if she had lost her parents.
Losing one's parents would be more accurate. When the person you love most suddenly tells you they are undercover, it's not just an ordinary blow.
Yang Yi felt Petra might have misunderstood, so he softly said, "Don't misunderstand. I'm undercover beside you not to hurt you, but to protect you. Yes, I'm CIA!"
There should be no problem with that, right? But Yang Yi realized he was wrong because right after he said it, Petra's tears started to fall freely.
"So, you're saying you've been lying to me all along...?"
Petra was already in despair, and Yang Yi was also in despair. He spread his hands and said, "How can you think that?"
