Rainstorm: The Assassin Reborn as the Unwanted Daughter
[discontinued] Morana Yin was a once legend. A ruthless assassin, a figure shrouded in myth and legend until she was betrayed by the person she trusted the most, leading to her gruesome death. But fate has other plans, granting her a second chance in the body of Vesna Xiao, the illegitimate daughter of the Xiao familia. Trapped in a life that bears no resemblance to her own, she must confront the ghosts that haunt her past and the demons that lurk in her present. In a world of gilded cages and veiled threats, where every smile hides a dagger, every friend a hidden foe, her new face becomes her mask, the youthful innocence becomes her shield hiding the soul of a hardened killer hungering for vengeance. --------- Ziyan Luo was a rising star, a brilliant businessman, and an heir to the capital's most influential family until one accident that left him blind during the day and haunted by nightmares at night, leading him to retreat from the world. But when fate throws Ziyan into Vesna's path, spark ignites in the shadows. Vesna becomes the first flicker of desire in Ziyan's isolated world. He wants her and makes no secret of it. Avoiding him isn't an option he offers and he's determined to prove to her she's worth every ounce of effort he's going to put into winning her heart
shall we go?
Xiao Fei and Luo Yuxin made their way towards the parking lot. They walked side by side along a wide, tree-lined pathway that cut through a sprawling garden. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.
As they rounded a bend in the path, Xiao Fei and Yuxin came to an abrupt halt. About twenty feet ahead of them, four men stood blocking their path.
The man on the far left wore a sleeveless shirt that revealed arms covered in intricate tattoos, the ink snaking from his wrists all the way up to his shoulders. His hair was styled into sharp spikes, the tips dyed an electric blue. Next to him stood a figure in an oversized hoodie, the hood pulled low over his face. In his hands, he casually twirled a baseball bat.