A world of plots, betrayals, spies, and counterintelligence.
People in troubled times have no right to cry, let alone spies. Profit must always come first. If personal feelings conflict with the situation, they must be cast aside without hesitation. That is the duty of a spy.
Jin Xiaomao had been trained as a spy since childhood, and endurance had become second nature to her. But Qin Liancheng told her that it was all right to cry when she was sad and smile when she was happy.
That year, Jin Xiaomao had just reached the age of fifteen. Qin Liancheng was not yet twenty. One seemed to be a young man who had already made his name in the martial world, while the other had returned from a successful mission with a bright future ahead. Neither could have known that this was the beginning of the day they would one day face each other with weapons drawn.
