Outside the window, it was raining heavily.
In the window, she was wearing a green dress and sitting at the table, quietly wiping a silver sword in her hand. The strong wind blew open the windows with water vapor, causing candlelight to flicker throughout the room. Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, and the changing darkness made the room even more depressing and gloomy.
The cold light of the silver sword reflected her beautiful face, her deeply furrowed eyebrows, her dark eyes, and her face full of sorrow. Tight sleeves and waist, graceful figure. Such a good figure and such a good face are not inferior to the top names in Wanhua Tower, but he chose the cold and ruthless profession of killer in such a good year. In fact, she had no choice.
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