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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

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let go

Luo Weichen sauntered into the library's private cabin where Xiao Fei and Bai Zirui were already present waiting for him. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, and wore an expression that was equal parts sheepish and unconcerned. He closed the door behind him with a lazy kick of his foot, breaking the library's sacred silence.

"We got a problem," he announced without preamble, flopping into an empty chair with a dramatic sigh.

"Let me guess," Xiao Fei started, "you lost the laptop."

"What? No, I didn't lose it," Luo Weichen exclaimed, his eyes widening in mock offense.

Two pairs of eyes, one cold and skeptical, the other serious and scrutinizing, fixed on him. 

"Okay, fine," he mumbled, slouching further in his seat. "It was stolen."

Bai Zirui leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "And how exactly did this happen, Luo Weichen?"