As the winter winds kept on blowing, she couldn’t feel the tips of her fingers anymore. Her black thick coat was covered by the thin layer of snow, and it wasn’t enough to keep her warm. But what made her frozen wasn’t entirely because of the biting cold of the winter, or her injuries, it was the sight ahead that made her feeling as if someone pressed a huge block of ice on her .

The fresh wounds on her chest wasn’t enough to make her giving up, despite the pains, she still tried to come closer into him who seemed so far away. Her breath hitched as tears were slowly rolling down on her cheeks. She was crying for the first time, after a really long time. By the time she was just a foot away from him, she felt like her sanity slowly slipping away.

He was lying there lifelessly, with a hole on his left chest. She could feel her legs lost their strength as her body fell beside his. Her hand hovering over his cold one, but didn’t dare to come any closer, afraid that it wasn’t just a nightmare. She felt like as if her world torn apart, leaving behind nothing but pain.

The legendary Whip of the Assassin meant nothing now.

It was incomparable.

After all, it caused her Kim Jongin to die. 

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It was inspired by a chinese drama, Bloody Romance (the concept of a group of female assassins with their shadows). I really like that drama, I want a Chang An in my life. LOL.

So yeah, I think it'll be really fun to write this story.