The First Genocide's Grudge

  She has always been a lone wolf, and the tasks that Lao Da assigned to her, she has never failed to complete. Even Lao Da said that her blood is cold.

  But what people didn't know was that this eighteen-year-old girl was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. She yearned for a loved one, she yearned for a home, where she could return to heal her wounds every time she got hurt, even if it was just a gentle inquiry!

  However, she also knew that from the moment she embarked on this path of no return as an assassin, she was no longer qualified to have a home!

  Without accompaniment, without dance partners, Mei'er gently sways her long sleeves, like a butterfly lightly spinning, the pleasant and moving singing voice cuts through the quiet of the night, echoing far, far away...

  Her voice was soft and alluring, with a unique charm that made one's heart skip a beat! Just now, Ah Nan still had a hint of doubt, but at this moment, she no longer doubted that the woman in front of her was not Mei Er!

  Perhaps it's because she infused too much of her own emotions into the song, but Mei Er sang with a drunken abandon, and in fact, every time she sings this song, she cries, only that she lets all those tears flow deep into her heart.

  Because, Big Brother once said that a killer cannot shed tears, that is the behavior of a coward. If a killer becomes a coward, then there is only one outcome: death!

  She wants to live, to live well for herself!

  "Great! Great! Great! One dance can overthrow the city, with your singing voice, looking at this world, no one can rival you!" Anan gave Mei'er the highest praise.

  "Really?" Mei'er's red lips curled up slightly, and her eyelashes covered the desolation in her eyes as she lowered them.

  "Don't you have a home?" An Na jumped up from the grass, inexplicably sensing a certain sorrow emanating from her, which she had deliberately concealed.

  Mei'er suddenly raised her head, looked at him with a glance, and curled up the corners of her mouth with a sly smile: "Home? Isn't Western Xia my home? I married into Shang Guo, isn't Shang Guo my home?"

  For home, Mei'er doesn't know where her own home is. In modern times, she's just a pawn in someone else's hands. Now the owner of this body, Wu Chen'er, has a family and relatives, but Shang Li Tian exterminated her entire clan of nine generations. She really has no home!

  "If the heart has no place to rest, no matter where you go, it's all wandering!" Anan's words suddenly became somewhat inexplicably sad.

  Mei'er's phoenix eyes rose, and she asked: "And you, have you also lost your home?"

  "There is, but I don't know if it counts." Anan seemed to be stunned for a moment, and a flash of bitterness quickly swept across his eyes, but Mei'er still caught it.

  Mei didn't want to ask any more questions, because this matter at home was a heavy topic for her. The two of them stood there, each lost in their own thoughts, gazing up at the starry sky until it was late into the night before they suddenly remembered that they should head back.

  "It's late, you still have to set off for Shangguo tomorrow, I'll send you back!" Anan looked at Mei'er's profile and found that although her profile was beautiful, it was filled with melancholy.

  She couldn't help but wonder why she had this inexpressible sorrow. What had happened to her?

  Mei'er withdrew her gaze, putting all her worries aside, and smiled calmly: "It's time to go back!" She took two steps forward, then suddenly turned around: "May I call you Ah Nan?"

  An nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with a hint of a smile. "Of course! I said it before, if you like, you can call me anything, even 'stinky man' is fine!"

  Mei'er saw him return to that detestable appearance, let out a cold snort, and walked down the mountain slope.

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