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After an indeterminable amount of time, the figure who terrorized countless mercenaries, and provoked a lot of behind-the-scenes fantasy in humbled hearts, finally removed her icy, emotionless mask, revealing a serene and gentle face.
Her beautiful eyes were suffused with a soft mist, half-closed like she completely let go of her usual cold and sharp assassin's demeanor. Her cheeks flushed due to emotional changes, a light smile resting on her lips as if she was basking in the afterglow of contentment and satisfaction.
Her delicate body curled up naturally, nestling in Yves King's warm embrace. Here, it seemed, was not only her peaceful shelter but also her eternal haven. Her flushed cheeks rested on his firm and broad chest, feeling the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. It was comforting-- all of her being filled with tranquility and peace, warming her once desolate and cold soul.
