Chapter 508

　　Her eyes passed through the front car and fell on the black car in the middle. She knew that the man was sitting there.

　　In front of her eyes, but there was already a distance of clouds and mud between them. She suddenly remembered those days when she pretended to be the weak in front of him. When she didn't know him well, she thought this man was a cruel heir of the royal family.

　　However, he was as warm as spring, as if a blazing sun shone on her heart which had been surrounded by coldness since she was a child. Those times when she was taken care of in his home, perhaps it was the first time she had felt the warmth and care of others since she was a child.

　　He was her target, but she had no impulse to kill him. She wanted to self-deprecate that maybe she was the best killer in the world.