In a villa on the outskirts of Hauhai, Xie Yao was pacing back and forth anxiously, unaware of Nie Yan's current situation. She had an ominous premonition that filled her with unease. Nie Yan was facing two to three hundred top assassins hired at great expense by Cao Xu. Even though she knew their side wasn't weak either, it was difficult to feel at ease.
For a cunning old fox like Cao Xu, who could guarantee he didn't have any special methods up his sleeve?
She hoped nothing would happen to Nie Yan. If something did, she had no idea how she would cope.
She sat down on the sofa by the window. Outside, sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing her in light. She wore a white long dress, her beauty was dreamlike, and describing her as "a face that would launch a thousand ships" wasn't an overstatement. If anyone saw her, they would be utterly amazed. Yet her face was filled with worry, and her weary appearance elicited sympathy.
