The first ray of morning light diffused into the room along the window sill, climbed onto the pillow little by little, caressed the warmth on Mi Lai's face, and dispelled Mi Lai's hazy dream. She yawned and stretched hard. Slouch, sit up straight.

She used to be a person with a perfect schedule. Most of the missions of the glorious incarnation during the Theocracy did not require her to work day and night. After taking over the intelligence team, things changed. This team built from scratch required a lot of energy. Far beyond imagination.

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