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Lily gulped, it's the 'devil'. She said in her mind with her hands still trembling.

Raven picked the phone from the girl's hand, turning it off, he said, "You don't want to do that. Now run along and forget everything that happened here, little girl." His voice low and chilly to the bone.

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Sunshine Meets Grumpy

He's a hitman, a hacker, a serpent slithering through the city's underbelly. Not a hero, not even close. The mafia's ghost in the machine, shadows his only companions.

Then, there's her. Bookish, buried in debt and dreams, juggling endless shifts and late-night study sessions. Sunflower yellow amidst the grimy alleys, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath her hopeful smile. "Plain," they call her, "basic." But her light, it's undeniable.

One fated night, a muttered curse, a stolen glance. Their worlds, oil and water, are destined to collide. Can sunshine melt the frost around a killer's heart? Or will their tangled destinies ignite a storm that consumes them both?

The Hitman’s Sunshine

When Lily got to her room, she brought out her mother's files. Looking at everything her mother worked on before she died, Lily sighed.

"Mama... what kind of life did you really live?" she said. The pictures back at Mrs. Casgrove's house were different from the pictures her father showed her. Azalea looked very comfortable and happier with her friends. Was it a coincidence that all of them who worked for Augustine died mysteriously? What if Mrs. Casgrove was right, and her father was responsible for the death of the woman's daughter and also that of her mother?

Lily pressed her lips together. That was clearly a huge accusation, but she wanted to know the truth. Even her father wasn't able to give her a clear story about how her mother died.

'You remember, don't you? You're just trying to punish me for what I did, you're trying to make me go crazy,'

A DESPERATE PLAN