Long Bing was home later that night. The moment her eyes met Xia Lei’s, she lunged into his embrace and buried her head in the crook of his neck. There were no tears, only silence. When engaged in battle, Long Bing wouldn’t show a moment of hesitation when it came to killing. This tender moment was highly contrasting, in which the cold-blooded agent was now huddled up in the warmth of her lover. Xia Lei was the only man in the world who could support a woman like her. He was the only man who could be her shoulder and allow her the vulnerability of becoming the smaller woman. 

Her mission in Japan was a failure, meaning that the very last note of her career as Bureau 101’s special agent was laced with regret. 

Xia Lei allowed her to enjoy the grounded peace for a while. At some point, he soothed into her ear gently, “It’s alright. We make mistakes. Failure is inevitable but what’s most important is that you’re safe and sound.” 

Long Bing lifted her head from the side. “I’m fine with my last mission being a failure but my colleagues are my biggest regrets. They all fell prey to the Japanese and they did not make it back. How am I supposed to face their parents? Their...