As the organization’s top agent, she had carried out countless missions where death was only a breath away. She never imagined she would die at the hands of one of her own.
The instant the traitor pulled the trigger, the bullet’s searing pain as it pierced her chest faded into darkness along with her consciousness.
She thought that was the end, but the next second, a bone-chilling cold jolted her awake.
“Cough... cough, cough...”
Violent coughing tore at her throat. Lin Mo’s eyes flew open, only to find a hazy bed curtain above her.
The air smelled strongly of medicine, mixed with a faint, indescribable incense. It was nothing like the scent of disinfectant she knew.
She struggled to sit up, only to find her body terrifyingly weak. The slightest effort made her dizzy, and her limbs felt as heavy as lead.
Fragments of unfamiliar memories surged into her mind like a tide: carved window frames, elaborate robes, a stern old matron, and one name that kept recurring.
Su Qingluo.
What was going on? Had she been reborn?
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