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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

Lttle_Aurora · Urbain
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63 Chs

getting addicted {edited}

[WARNING: THE CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT THAT DOESN'T SUIT AGES UNDER 17. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.] 

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains as Vesna slowly awoke. When her eyes fluttered open, she found herself face-to-face with Ziyan. His arms were wrapped snugly around her waist, holding her close.

Ziyan's face was peaceful in sleep, his features relaxed and unguarded. His long eyelashes rested gently against his cheeks, and his lips were slightly parted as he breathed deeply.

For a few moments, Vesna lay still, savoring the warmth of his embrace and the comforting rhythm of his breathing. Memories of the previous night flooded back, causing a blush to creep across her cheeks. She had been the bold one, the one who had initiated their intimate encounter yet she couldn't help but feel a little shy now