Eight years ago, ten-year-old Lutu was abducted and taken to northern Myanmar. While trying to escape, she met nine-year-old Fanyun He. The girl had silver-gray eyes that seemed to hold a whole galaxy, like an elf from the forest.
“There are police up ahead. They’re probably looking for you,” the girl said in a clear, childish voice.
“You’re not going to lie to me, are you?”
“If I wanted to lie to you, you’d be dead by now.” The little girl expertly spun a gun in her hand.
Little Lutu: “...”
Eight years later, the eighteen-year-old boy spotted a bright, spirited young woman with short, wolf-tail hair in the crowds on Gesang Street in Heqiao City. Her backlit profile was so fresh and lovely, she looked like an elf who had wandered into a human marketplace by mistake.
Mm... She still looked just like an elf.
They first met in the rainforests of northern Myanmar, where she saved him amid the fighting. When they met again in a crowded city, she kidnapped him. Years later, an old case jointly investigated by the military and police was reopened, drawing them in because of their families. From then on, they were entangled for a decade, locked in a struggle to the death. Like black and white pieces on a chessboard, they stood opposed even as they remained close, caught in an impossible contradiction.
For ten years, they relied on and fought each other through life and death. Lutu kept him company; Yun He became her path. Dawn lit the human world, while love spilled into hell.
