"I will tell you everything."
The female spy felt as if her bones were being eaten by thousands of ants. It seemed that the medicine Xie Xuning gave her before finally worked.
She was itching.
She felt itchy all over now.
She felt so itchy that she was barely able to speak.
Xie Xuning pursed his lips as he watched the female spy rolling on the ground and scratching her face with her hands.
"Want to be relieved?"
"Yes."
The female spy felt the urge to climb in front of Xie Xuning and beg him to let her go. But why would Xie Xuning be so forgiving today?
His daughter had almost died.
His wife was still missing.
For nearly two decades, he must have been so alone!
During the day, work occupied his mind, but at night?
At night, longing always ate away at his heart.
Little by little.
That kind of pain couldn't be clearly expressed in words.