When Liu Meilien got in the limousine and they were out of the tunnel, she felt that there were tears on her cheeks. She did not know what she was crying about.
"Don't be so frustrated," said the person beside her and handed her a surprisingly neatly folded handkerchief. "They're going to be fine. Those are some of the people that I know who fights above the average."
"That's not really consoling," she sniffed. They were going to pretend that they were the Qings tonight.
The guy beside her didn't look like Qing Chen at all but if you put a mask on him, they were about the same build. They were wearing the same clothes and Feng Xuan got her a copy of her own gown and mask to be worn tonight.
"Well, that's the life we live," the man said to her. "You're going to be one of us. But… you can just do the admin things. That's too boring for the people who want to see blood."