543 "It'll hurt even more if I stay"

Rakhatal, Logar, Afghanistan;

The next morning, Rong Xinghe woke up with a headache, the back of her neck aching. "Urgh!", she groaned, getting down from her bed. She was in her male alias. She was supposed to be... until the whole thing was over.

She stood in front of a small mirror, tied to one of the poles holding the tent, gazing at her appearance. At her pale lifeless eyes. She looked miserable, so much so that she couldn't even recognize herself for a moment there. 'Your emotions will affect the mission.', she told herself, shaking her head violently, as she let out a deep breath. 

Quickly then, she rushed over to close all the curtains in the tent, retrieving a contour palette from one of her suitcases.

She missed him. Her Yuan. It was weird, really. He had never been an obstruction in any of her missions before, and yet, this one was an exception. Probably because they'd parted at a misunderstanding, she sighed.