He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

Night fell, and a light drizzle began.

There were a few pedestrians on the street, but they all disappeared at some point.

The halo of the streetlights spread out in blurry yellow patches in the rain and mist, making the wet asphalt road surface gleam coldly.

A woman wearing a cloak walks in the rain.

She leaned on a guide cane, the tip of which rhythmically tapped the ground, making a pattering sound.

The hood of the cloak was pulled low, covering most of his face.

Only a section of his pale, thin chin was visible.

She was murmuring softly.

"Yes. The ceremony has already been performed."

"Test data is being transmitted back, and preliminary assessment indicates that the increase in aggression has reached the expected threshold."

"The test subject was a cub, which had a significantly insufficient capacity to support it, but even as a semi-finished product, it was stronger than a regular Special Administration agent."

"Yes, sir. Proceed to the second phase immediately."

pat.

The guide cane stopped.

The cloaked woman slowly raised her head.

Beneath the hood, a pair of greyish-white blind eyes stared straight ahead at the empty street, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Raindrops fell on her face and dripped down her chin.

She turned around.

A few steps behind her stood a girl holding a black parasol.

The umbrella was pulled down low, so all that could be seen was a pointed chin and smiling red lips.

The girl was wearing a well-tailored black dress, the hem of which reached just to her knees.

She revealed a pair of slender calves encased in black stockings and shiny ankle boots.

She lifted her skirt slightly with one hand and performed a standard aristocratic bow.

"Good evening."

Luo Yao's voice carried a hint of sly laughter, sounding exceptionally clear through the rain.

The blind girl did not hesitate at all.

She twisted her hand and pulled a slender knife from her guide cane.

The blade shot out like a snake's tongue.

Her figure left a blur in the rain, the tip of the knife aimed straight for Luo Yao's throat.

This is the primary objective.

The name that was highlighted in red, bolded, and marked with three warning symbols in the document.

She remembered very clearly what the leader had said.

If you encounter this, there's no need to report it, no need to hesitate, and no need to consider the probability of survival.

Kill her, or be killed by her.

The knife tip stopped less than an inch from Luo Yao's neck.

It wasn't the blind girl who wanted to stop.

The tip of the umbrella pressed against the blade.

Luo Yao held the umbrella handle with one hand, the tip of the umbrella precisely wedged into the blood groove on the blade.

He effortlessly deflected the forceful thrust.

The umbrella was tilted slightly, revealing a pair of eyes beneath it.

The golden vertical pupils emitted a cold, eerie light in the shadows of the rain.

Luo Yao raised her other hand and lightly flicked the blade with her index finger.

With a crisp clang, the blade trembled violently, and the blind girl felt a tingling sensation in her hand, almost losing her grip on the hilt.

"You piece of trash."

Luo Yao's smile didn't disappear, but it carried a chill.

"Who gave you permission to bare your teeth at me?"

A powerful pressure descended from the sky.

That is the fear etched into the deepest instincts of all living beings.

Like lambs facing wolves, mortals facing gods.

The blind girl's body reacted before her will, and her legs began to tremble.

"Kneel down."

Thump, her knees slammed into the ground, splashing rainwater everywhere.

She struggled to lift her head, her eyes, which could see nothing, fixed on Luo Yao's direction, her lips trembling.

Luo Yao looked down at her, her smile completely vanishing.

"You're holding your head too high."

A muffled thud.

The blind girl's forehead was pressed down by an invisible force and slammed hard against the ground.

A crack appeared around the asphalt road surface, and blood seeped from the wound on his forehead.

Diluted by the rain, it slowly spread along the texture of the road surface.

Luo Yao withdrew her gaze, her voice returning to its usual light and cheerful tone.

"Anyway, you're just mass-produced garbage, and we won't find anything worthwhile from you."

She paused, tilted her head slightly, and rainwater slid down the umbrella ribs, dripping at her feet.

"But what you did today almost hurt my men."

"Even I wouldn't want him to get hurt, how dare you?"

"I...don't know...what are you talking about?"

She struggled to squeeze out a string of words.

"My master and I... do not wish to be your enemies."

"Is that so? Your first thought upon seeing me is to kill me. Is that what you call not being my enemy?"

The blind girl heard a sound.

Bones misaligned, muscles torn and then reassembled.

Then came the low growl of a beast.

"Now."

"You can look up now."

The blind girl raised her head.

Even though she has been blind since the day she was created, she sees things more clearly now than ever before.

That was the last image she ever saw in her life.

Her lips moved, as if in prayer.

"How filthy...how...ugly—"

The next second, the monster bit off half of her body.

It rained harder and harder.

A strong smell of rust permeated the streets, mixed with the earthy stench of rainwater.

The monster crouched in the rain, its claws tearing apart the remains, stuffing the flesh and blood haphazardly into its mouth.

The black parasol lay to one side, raindrops pattering against its surface.

A small puddle of water had formed on the ground, reflecting a distorted half of the image.

The monster suddenly stopped chewing.

The face in the puddle was facing it.

A grotesque skeletal outline and a protruding mouth.

Bloodstained fangs, and those golden beastly eyes.

The rain kept hitting the water's surface, making the face appear fragmented and then constantly coming back together, impossible to shake off.

It stared at its reflection in the water, letting out a low whimper.

Then it raised its paw and covered its head.

"Don't look at me..."

It arched its back, and its shoulders began to tremble violently.

"Don't look at me...don't look at me!!"

A mournful cry escaped from between the fingers, echoing through the deserted streets.

Then its shape slowly shrank in the rain.

The grotesque skeletal outline gradually transformed back into a human shape.

Finally, kneeling amidst the chaos was a disheveled young girl.

The dress was soaked through with rain and blood, the stockings had holes, and the hem of the skirt was floating in a small puddle of dark red water.

She kept her head down, her shoulders still trembling slightly.

A hand reached out from the side, picked up the overturned parasol on the ground, and held it over the girl's head.

The pattering rain was blocked out by the umbrella, and the raindrops on her shoulders stopped falling.

Bai Ziheng squatted down in front of her.

His other hand was also in a sling across his chest with a bandage, and half of his face was visible under the hood of his sweatshirt, with several pieces of gauze stuck to his face.

Luo Yao raised her head.

The moment she saw him, before the emptiness and numbness in her eyes had completely faded, panic surged up first.

She suddenly raised her hands to cover her face.

"Don't look at me...no...I'm too ugly, I look really ugly right now, please don't look..."

Bai Ziheng did not look away.

He squatted in the rain, holding an umbrella, looking at this man who was usually arrogant and domineering, who would often crawl into his bed, and who was extremely picky about food.

But she's a devilish girl who laughs so hard she slides off her chair when tickled.

He sighed.

"Running out in the middle of the night and getting soaked to the bone, of course I look ugly."

Luo Yao's fingers twitched slightly, revealing an eye through her fingers.

Tears still welled up in her eyes.

But a mischievous smile, tinged with bravado, had already instinctively appeared on his lips.

"You...you're running around before your injuries have even healed? Do you have a death wish?"

Bai Ziheng frowned as he looked at her.

"While I can't guarantee how much I can help you, you don't need to keep pretending to be so capable in front of me."

"You saved my life. I said I would help you, and I will."

Luo Yao's hand, which was covering her face, slowly slid down.

The light from the streetlamp shone through the umbrella, casting a warm yellow shadow on her face.

She looked up at the person squatting in front of her.

His injuries haven't healed yet.

He suffered such severe injuries just to save two unfamiliar alien cubs.

Just like a long time ago, we could have ignored the monster in the underpass.

But he still came every single day, carrying half a steamed bun, half a small loaf of bread, or a tattered comic book.

"You really are..."

She looked at him, her voice so soft it was as if she were afraid of startling something.

"It really hasn't changed at all."

Bai Ziheng was stunned: "What?"

"My little knight."

Her eyes were red, but she smiled.

That smile was no longer the forced, strained one from before.

Rather, it is a kind of profound tenderness that has finally settled after traversing a long period of time.

"You've grown up."