"No… no… I can complete the mission!" Yi Anran's voice was a bit raspy. Seven years ago, she had left with no other choice, but now, even given a glimmer of hope, she wanted to stay — even if it meant only watching him from a distance, even if she could do nothing, even if it ended in her utter destruction, she was determined to stay by his side.
Her obsession was too deep, becoming the eternal demon of her life.
"Stop talking!"
Ai Qing didn't want to hear her wail like a widow, and thinking of that little swindler made him irritable to no end. So he interrupted her impatiently, warning in a stern voice, "You may continue, but remember this well — if you dare betray the organization, you know what your fate will be."
By the time she returned to Jingli, it was already nine at night.
After cleaning up, she noticed it was a light rain outside the window.
