Story

Nan Hua looked at Old Madam Long and felt a bit loss.

Relationship has always been something she was bad about.

In her previous life, she was an agent or assassin, or whatever the name was. She learned how to act and to blend in the crowd, playing any of the role that was given to her perfectly. It was to the point that she herself was confused just who she truly was.

There was no one whom she could fully trust.

The one and only person whom Nan Hua ever trusted with her entire heart ended up plunging a knife to her chest, nearly killing her.

She had only treated those close to her better because she wanted to become their family members. But if any of them asked whether she trusted them with her entire life and heart, her answer would be no.

She couldn't do that.