"Lu Tianxing, can you tell me who you really are?"
Bai Zhiqing's beautiful eyes flickered with uncertainty, filled with curiosity about the man in front of her. Bullets had no effect on him—could he possibly be Superman?
Lu Tianxing chuckled and said, "Who am I? Aren't I your husband?"
Bai Zhiqing rolled her eyes at Lu Tianxing in annoyance and said, "Nonsense, I'm not asking about that. I'm asking about your past. You are definitely not as simple as someone who just works odd jobs."
Lu Tianxing sighed and looked at Bai Zhiqing with a profound gaze, and said, "Ah, to think my deep cover would be known by my wife. Wife, do you really want to know my true identity?"
Bai Zhiqing's eyes trembled, as if that gaze carried countless stories, stirring an irresistible curiosity, "If you're willing to tell, I'm willing to be your most faithful listener."
"Ah, since you want to know, I'll tell you. Actually, I didn't want to tell this story, ah, remembering it is very painful..."
