With a knife in her hand, Qiao Duo'er felt at ease.
She wasn't living a life on the edge anymore, but in any era, strength was the ultimate truth.
She couldn't outwit Yin Zheng with her schemes, but she could certainly kill him in secret.
Considering it was a friend's favor, she'd accept two shops as a reward after the deed—that was probably the cheapest her professional services had ever been.
Qiao Duo'er was so engrossed in sharpening that she didn't notice time slipping away.
Seeing Qiao Duo'er like that, Tan Zhenghong felt a bit stifled inside.
He was afraid of seeing her with a knife, for he feared she might miss her old life, and he feared he couldn't keep her.
In Qiao Duo'er's heart, there always lived a hero who was clear about love and hate.
No matter, at worst he would roam the ends of the earth with her, fighting evil and promoting good.
"Wife, when it gets cold, you're not allowed to touch cold water," he said.
