After Jiang Siming finished watching Li's growth, he could truly say it was heartbreaking. She had been forced to painstakingly train in the art of killing while still young, joining a mercenary group just to keep herself fed and warm.
She had lived every day on the edge of a blade, grown up amid a hail of bullets, suffered countless wounds, and been shot more than a dozen times.
The scars covering her body were the most numerous Jiang Siming had ever seen—far more than even Ice Beauty and Huo Wu had once borne.
Fortunately, during his last "exercise," Jiang Siming had casually erased every scar on her body.
Now her skin was ridiculously smooth. Ahem. Off-topic.
That was the kind of resilient woman she was, surviving for so many years in a war-torn land.
Jiang Siming once again turned the time back into the past.
He was going to investigate what had really happened with Tieshu and Yinhua.
Jiang Siming kept adjusting the time recording, searching through it nonstop until he locked onto the married couple.
He rewound it bit by bit.
Finally, one month before Dongfang Jin and Yan Xiaojun went to provide support, they received a somewhat strange mission.
A secret order from the Heaven Group instructed them to head to the snowy mountains and capture spies from Country A. The two of them left without giving it much thought.
"Wait a minute. Looking at it this way, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with Tieshu and Yinhua."
Jiang Siming found it strange. He watched it several more times and discovered that they truly had no problems at all. He had even watched their private conversations—and their intimate moments in the bedroom.
There really was nothing wrong!
He had watched them in bed because he was