Gu Nianzhi bore the pain as she put down the habit she had made into a bag. She took out the brand new undergarments Josephine gave her, and from among them, she found a tank top. She wrapped it twice tightly around the arm that had been grazed by the bullet, then she quickly put the habit and the black head covering on. Even if they had a telescope, they would have a difficult time spotting her in this outfit. At night, black clothes didn't reflect light, so it was easy to blend into the dark.
She sat down and took a break after changing. She was finally able to relax. Gu Nianzhi breathed quietly. She leaned against the cave as she closed her eyes while forming a firm fist. She began to ponder who had such bitter and deep-seated hatred for her that they wanted her dead, and who had such power to maneuver the police and the army to kill her. These questions had narrowed down the list, but she was still unable to pinpoint anyone.
