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
Such a tease {edited}
[WARNING: THE CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT THAT DOESN'T SUIT AGES UNDER 17. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
Ziyan hands to her shoulders, and with a swift, fluid movement, he shifted their positions once again. His hand fumbled across the nightstand, his fingers brushed against various objects before finally closing around the remote control.
He aimed the device toward the ceiling and pressed a button with his thumb. The bright lights in the room faded away and in its place, dim, golden lights began to bloom.
Ziyan looks down at the woman below him and his breath hitched. She was beautiful, her dark hair splayed out around her on his pillow. Her skin looked golden under the low light of the lamp. Her eyes sparkled with mirth as she smiled, her cheeks tinted pink, like the rose she reminded him of. She was truly a beauty. His beauty.