Eight years ago, when I was ten years old, I was kidnapped to the north of Myanmar. During my escape, I met nine-year-old Fan Yunhe. The girl has a pair of silver-gray eyes that seem to be filled with stars, like an elf in the forest:
"There is a policeman ahead, they should be looking for you." The girl's voice was childish.
"You won't lie to me, right?"
"If I want to lie to you, you will definitely die." The little girl skillfully turned the gun in her hand.
A small journey; "..."
Eight years later, an 18-year-old boy noticed a heroic and cheerful girl with short wolf tail hair among the crowd on Gesang Street in Heqiao City. The backlit silhouette is as fresh as an elf who has strayed into a human market.
Hmm... Still like an elf.
When they first met in the rainforest of northern Myanmar, she saved him during the war; when they met again in the crowded city, she kidnapped him. An old case jointly investigated by the military and police was overturned again after many years, and they were involved in the investigation because of their relatives. Since then, they have been entangled for ten years, fighting to the death, opposing each other like Othello but being close to each other and contradictory.
Ten years of life and death struggle, with travelers as companions, falling rivers as the road, dawn shining on the world, and love spreading in hell.
