"I'm an assassin."
Bo Yanching's entire body shuddered.
His first reaction was to hold her tightly, declaring dominantly, "So what?"
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes widened, "You don't mind?"
"Why should I mind? I want you for who you are, not for what you do."
After being stunned for a moment, Nan Jiaojiao laughed, raising her hand to his lips to press them gently.
"Shh," she whispered, "don't yell, speak softly. This is my secret. And, you might run into some trouble recently, so be careful."
After looking at him once more, her eyes filled with his image, having seen enough yet not willing to part, she pushed him away as she leaned back.
"I'm sorry."
"Jiaojiao!"
There were stairs behind him, and Bo Yanching stumbled down a few steps as he was pushed, bracing himself against the wall. When he looked up again, Nan Jiaojiao's figure was nowhere to be seen.
His legs weren't even steady when he took two steps up, burst through the door, and dove into the chaotic corridor.
