The elite assassin, originally here to kill Lu Xiaoyou, had a dazed look in his eyes, as if he had been hypnotized, already forgetting why he came.
He was a selected assassin, silently evading the layers of security in the hospital, and infiltrated the ward.
He thought he could complete the mission in seconds, but how could he have expected that the woman who had been in a coma for half a year would wake up at this moment!
The man, entranced by her voice, was now unable to realize he was under control.
He lost consciousness and judgment, aiming the gun in his hand at his own temple.
As an assassin, he naturally knew which part of the human body shot would be most fatal.
Lu Xiaoyou sat up from the hospital bed, curved one leg, and rested her hands on the bent knee. She turned her head, tilting it slightly, with an elusive smile at the corner of her lips, savoring the sight of someone about to commit suicide.
