"No fakes here! Qiaoqiao, your father died with grievances, and I must avenge him. Everything I do must live up to him, and the same goes for you, because you are our daughter..."
As she spoke, her voice choked up again.
At that moment, after a series of quick knocks on the door, Ai Qing entered with a smile—
"Aunt Min, it's dawn. Xing Liehuo's troops have already surrounded the island, only ten kilometers from the base."
Under the lamplight, Nalan Minrui's gaze shone with a vengeful glow as she said gravely and calmly, "Proceed with the plan!"
In the room.
Under the dim light, she was expressionless, and then she smiled.
And Lian Qiao smiled as well. Her life's flame would only burn for one man, and if her mother insisted on snuffing it out, it meant it was burning at its most intense.
It could only be extinguished.
In the sky, a strangely eerie fire cloud was particularly enchanting.
