However, the next moment, a chill gaze suddenly snapped Mu Lin back to reality. She glanced over subconsciously, her lips curling up, "It seems a familiar face has arrived."
With icy eyes barely showing emotion, Mu Lin calmly watched the woman who was step by step drawing closer to her—her smile vague, "You didn't leave your little life behind last time; have you come to deliver it to me today?" It seemed that today, all these people were probably here to die.
"Perhaps." After years of experience, the sharpness and pride that once clad the woman had almost been honed away, especially after Fen Xiao's incident she had clearly realized their Leader would never fall in love with any woman, be it her or Fen Xiao.
But later she understood that all the assumptions in their hearts never included—the woman in front of her.
The woman she once refused to admit was someone ordinary people like themselves could never compare to; including her standing in the Leader's heart.