Chương 625: Chapter 166 The Assassin Sparked_1

...Is it me again?

Annan was momentarily at a loss for words.

He desperately wished that his first-cycle self had left a diary for him to read.

But what serious person keeps a diary?

Was Annan a serious person?

...Clearly not.

Yet he knew he didn't have that habit.

As a result, Annan wasn't clear on what the "past Annan" had actually done.

It felt like none of it was humanly possible.

But there was a subtle feeling that these were indeed things he could accomplish...

Annan was already uncertain about Vasily's attitude towards him.

To say there was an enmity didn't seem quite right. The familiarity and closeness between them weren't fake.

Yet, if they were friends, the deliberate distance Vasily maintained, along with his constant half-mocking, half-smiling expression... made Annan feel subtly uneasy.

Just being in Winter had already left Annan quite baffled.

Taking into account the familiarity the Faceless Poet showed towards him in Noah...