Who is going to believe that the original Tang Fei was dead and was replaced by her assassin sister's soul?
She let her eyes close, let her body fully relax against his.
And eventually, despite everything, exhaustion claimed her.
She slept.
And for a few precious hours, the world and all its complications faded away.
Leaving just two people in a bed, holding each other through the darkness.
Waiting for dawn.
And whatever it would bring.
— — — — — — — —
"Twilight, what happened here?" Huo Qi's voice was tight with shock as he surveyed the carnage. Secretary Li stood beside him, his face pale despite years of dealing with the Huo family's darker business matters. Bodies littered every corridor, blood painted the walls, and the sheer brutality of the scene was staggering.
This couldn't be the work of their gentle, kind Missus. It was impossible.
