Gazing out at the vast infinite horizon through the window, a stroke of pain flickered through Shimo's ink-black eyes.
Ten years ago, one month after he had rescued Qiao Ran and her brother, on such a pitch-dark night, he and a group of soldiers boarded a plane flying to You Country.
Ten years later, he boarded a plane to You Country once again with a group of soldiers,
This time to his side was the little girl he had once rescued from the bottom of a well.
In ten years, the girl with a face smeared with dirt, looking extremely frail, yet still clutching her brother, twice her weight, with dead determination,
had unexpectedly grown into a world-class, top-tier Divine Doctor, and an assassin known as the Ghostly Flower in the assassin world, dreaded by all who heard of her.
What had she gone through?
To achieve such tremendous progress and change?
The dozing Qiao Ran felt uncomfortable squeezing into the cramped space, her eyes irritated by the eye mask.