Lin Wan'er looked the figure before her up and down. She hadn't expected that in the short time since they'd last met, Wu would have grown to this level—faster and stronger than No. 4 had predicted.
But then she thought of No. 13's prophecy: No. 10 would eventually die at Wu's hands. An indescribable feeling welled up inside her.
If... if she hadn't agreed to No. 4's plan back then and given him the door that belonged to Xia Tan, would No. 10 still be alive?
Before she could think any further, Wu spoke first. His scarlet eyes fixed on Lin Wan'er's, and his voice was ice-cold. "Why have you come...?"
"To find someone," Lin Wan'er replied bluntly.
"He's fine. You don't need to worry about him." Wu shot back without courtesy, the corner of his mouth twisting into a strange smile. "As long as you stay away, we're... all fine."
Without realizing it, Wu had grown used to being with Jiang Cheng and the Fatty. He'd even gotten used to saying "we." During one mission, the Fatty had gone so far as to drape an arm around Wu's shoulders, acting far too familiar.
Unusually, Wu's body had stiffened for a moment. In the end, though, he hadn't pushed him away.
Everything was moving in a good direction, and Wu didn't want anyone to ruin it—especially not this woman standing before him.
Having read Jiang Cheng's little diary, Wu understood all too well how important Lin Wan'er was to him. It was just like how Wu had once felt about the older sister who had created him.
But now, Wu instinctively felt wary of any woman who could be called an older sister.
And then there was that love-struck Wu Yingying. Just thinking about her drove Wu crazy. He'd been