In the following days, Gu Qingli administered acupuncture to Wuqing every night and added spiritual spring water to her medicinal soup. Consequently, Wuqing's injuries healed at an astonishing speed.
That evening, Gu Qingli removed the silver needles.
Wuqing slowly opened her eyes. A glimmer of light flashed through them as she looked at Gu Qingli, who was packing up.
She's still so thin, Wuqing thought. And she saved my life again. But the woman in my memory couldn't possibly know medical skills. Could this be her?
Wuqing closed her eyes. No, my name is Jueqing, and I am an assassin. A month ago, the Secret Sect received a mission to assassinate the very person who saved my life two years ago: Gu Qingli. I was stunned. Wasn't my benefactor just a farmer's daughter? Why would someone want to kill her? The mission required two people, and I was one of them. My partner and I set out to execute the mission. As we drew closer to the target, my heart pounded with increasing panic.
