Rong Xinghe turned to read her oldest brother's reaction, her heart skipping a beat as his solemn gaze locked with hers. A faint frown shadowed her features as she was stunned by the blazing storm in his eyes. While the six men had long come to terms with the reality of her being a soldier—a warrior who had stared death in the eye and survived countless battlefields—this was different. This wasn't about duty or survival anymore. It was about the Ripper.
Coldness. Inhumanity. Death.
The three words echoed in her mind, a haunting mantra of what she had once been. A beast unleashed from hell, devoid of mercy or restraint.
She waited, her body stiff, as she processed her brother's cold response. How could they ever accept the monster she truly was? How could any of them bear to watch her transform into that horrendous, hateful fiend? And what if... they ended up loathing her for it?
