Although she was smiling, Shen Cheng could see that her smile was tinged with a hint of self-mockery and bitterness.
Mo Qingxin continued on her own, "I was raised by his side since I was little, trained to be a qualified assassin. Though I call him Master, call him Uncle, I've always known that he's not much older than me."
Mo Qingxin seemed to be lost in memories, her voice growing distant: "He's so gentle to everyone... Even though he holds the high office of the President, he never carries himself with arrogance. Understanding that I am a woman, he would not let me undertake the most dangerous missions... I know I have feelings for him, but he is such an excellent person that I dare not harbor any other expectations—I only wish to quietly stay by his side for a lifetime."
While saying this, the sharp edge in Mo Qingxin's demeanor faded, and she became like the most vulnerable little woman, full of longing for a certain person.
