C199 Assassination(part I)

The next day, just before dawn.

Qishi, carrying the luggage she had prepared earlier, pushed her dazed mother, Mrs. Zhou, in a wheelchair out the door. She turned back to lock the wooden door she had repainted just three months ago.

This house, where she had lived since childhood, was no longer hers. She had sold it. She was determined—this time, she was leaving for good