Chapter 20: The Midnight Assassin Part Two
Her hand involuntarily rose, but saw the black-clothed man in front of her slightly frowning: "Madam, please restrain yourself." The tone was icy cold. Restrain herself?
"Haha, haha." I laughed out loud for the first time in a way that was completely out of control. I didn't know what I was laughing at, whether it was my own foolishness or my own sorrow.
I forgot, really forgot, forgot——
Forgot you appeared in front of me covered in blood;
I forgot your gentle reminder to live a good life;
Forget what you told me, "Ming Er, never betray the organization. Those who betray will end up with a fate worse than death. Especially, the Broken Heart Curse on your body can destroy everything, including... our love between us."
Fresh wounds are reopened, and all that is gained is endless sorrow.
Yuè, my Yuè, has left me forever. It turns out that the farthest distance is just between life and death.
A cruel smile curled up at the corner of my mouth, but it was a smile for myself to see. Am I still so nostalgic about the past? Then the originally icy heart will only be covered with another layer of frost and snow again.
The man in black looked puzzled.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Who?"
"Milady, I'm afraid we've disturbed you at a late hour, but it's unavoidable. There's been an assassin in the manor. Have you seen any suspicious characters?"
I gave Men in Black a glance: "No, I've already gone to bed." Meaning to tell him that you can't come in no matter what.
The person outside the door seemed to want to say something but stopped himself and finally said: "I'll take my leave."
The sound of footsteps faded away, I knew the person had left.
The man in black looked out the door and then turned back to me with a hint of surprise. My expression was already indifferent, and I said, "Alright, you can leave now."
The man in black seemed astonished at my transformation and didn't say anything else, turning around and disappearing into the night immediately.
I suddenly fell onto the bed in despair: what to do, even your voice is so similar. I just hope we don't look alike, otherwise, I'll only sink deeper and be unable to extricate myself.

