The woman who fired the gun put away the gun in her hand and looked at the sickle with a frown. After all, this man still couldn't let herself worry. From the first time she saw him more than ten years ago, she understood that in her life,
, destined to run for this man. Although at that time, he and he were just children.
"As you wish, it's okay."
Seeing the person coming, Siam frowned in disgust. This woman was "his" daughter, and "he" was the leader of the gang that he was sent to when he was five years old.
That's right, at the age of five, when he should have been innocent and lively, his parents sent him to the gang to receive training as a killer. Because only if he is an outstanding killer can he avoid all dangers.
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She likes herself.
Sickle knows.
"If you don't leave, you may not be able to leave."
The woman saw the hatred flashing in the sickle's eyes, smiled helplessly at herself, and reminded her kindly.
"I know."
He left a cold word and left silently.
The woman looked at the back of the sickle, with deep sadness flashing in her eyes. This man stole her heart... But where did he put that heart... Why is there such a thing in his empty chest?
Intense pain.
The woman curled her lips in a self-deprecating manner, she understood that Sickle could never belong to her...