Ru Xue sat on the chair, lightly smiling at Ye Liang, "Me? How I'll get to the military camp is none of your concern, I have my ways."
Ye Liang returned to her seat, sneering coldly, "We are on the same boat now, if you don't tell me your plan, and I accidentally mess up your affairs without knowing the details, don't blame me later."
Ru Xue slightly lowered her gaze, Ye Liang's words held some truth. Her fingers rubbed gently, unknown to what she was thinking.
Ye Liang's scrutinizing gaze fell on Ru Xue, who, dressed in men's clothes, exuded a different kind of charm, making even Ye Liang, a woman, feel envious.
Such a pity, she thought, if Ru Xue wasn't an assassin, her life would surely be flamboyant and enjoyable.
Such a pity.
Ye Liang lowered her gaze slightly, concealing the desolation in her eyes. People like them were destined for only one ending - death.
Either from this task or the next, they weren't saints; they couldn't complete every mission successfully.
