An Chuxue couldn't help but look at Han Jing, held back for a while, and asked, "Mirror, can you honestly tell me, what exactly did you do before? Why do I always feel that you're quite silly, yet you possess a heart strong beyond imagination?"
Honestly, she had met patients from all walks of life, all kinds of people, and the hospital is the place most revealing of life's facets. What she saw most was them losing control, breaking down, especially when facing desperation, feeling the world was meaningless anymore, even the calmest person would cry hysterically and lose their mind when facing unbearable situations.
But having known Han Jing for so long, she really had never seen her lose her mind over anything. Usually, she seemed innocent and a bit cute, but once things happened, she became calm like a different person, which was simply unbelievable to her.
Han Jing raised an eyebrow and leisurely uttered two words: "Assassin."
"Ah—" An Chuxue was instantly petrified.
