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
phantom vision
Xiao Fei parked her at some distance from the campus wall. She had chosen one of her less flashy vehicles, a plain, dark-colored sedan that wouldn't catch anyone's attention.
She stepped out of the car and looked towards the college in the distance. The main gates were barely visible, far off down the road. Her eyes slowly traced along the campus walls, taking in every detail.
It was two hours past the curfew, so there was no way she could just walk in through the gates like normal.
The only way in was over those walls. These walls were much taller than normal ones. It seemed like they had been built extra high on purpose, probably to discourage students from sneaking out - or perhaps, in her case, sneaking in.
Leaning against her car, she observed the walls for a moment before she reached into the vehicle, opened the glove compartment. Hidden beneath some papers was a small, box.