If he hadn’t accidentally let slip a “Fuck” while we were fighting just now, my head would already have been separated from my neck. The threat of death sent my imagination into overdrive, and I tested him with, “How are you?” The assassin immediately replied, “I am fine, thank you.” I recognized the look in his eyes: he was someone born under the red flag and raised in the sunshine. But right now, I’m a princess being sent off for a political marriage, and he’s the assassin sent to kill me. “You idiot, you’re one of my fellow countrymen!” “Sorry, but in a few days, I’ll be your mom!”
