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
she was beautiful
While Xiao Fei was busy with college, Luo Hao Tian was drowning in his own misery. Ever since Xiao Fei had asked him to stay away, Hao Tian had reverted to the person he'd become after the accident. It had taken him two years to pull himself out of despair and self-pity, to start venturing out with his friends again. The change had been small, but significant. He would still spend most of his time at home, only meeting with his closest circle, but at least he was trying. That alone had been enough to give his family hope.
But now, seeing him lying in bed for days on end, without any care for the world—or more alarmingly, for himself—his family's worry had turned to outright fear. He wasn't even bothering to eat. They would bring food to his room, only to return later and find it untouched, replacing the cold, congealed mess with fresh meals that would suffer the same fate.