In the rain, his gun is aimed at her heart, while her dagger is a mere millimeter from his carotid artery. Lu Zhaoyan, the youngest legend in the criminal investigation division, has his finger on the trigger, but he hesitates for half a second, just long enough for that dark silhouette to vanish into the night. In the ruins, a beam pins him down. She crouches in the dust and smiles, but doesn’t deliver the fatal blow. During their showdown at the factory, a bullet grazes his shoulder. He betrays his duty and takes the wounded assassin back to a rented house on the outskirts of the city. The faint shiver as iodine swabs her wound, a hot drink offered on a rainy night, the hide-and-seek of handcuffs and keys: between a cop and a killer, there is a warmth that should never exist.
He is a lawman who should pull the trigger. She is a blade meant to sever all ties. But three confrontations, two moments of hesitation, and one act of redemption set the gears of their opposition slipping out of place. When the badge clashes with murderous intent, and tenderness washes over the edge of a blade, is this dangerous push and pull a joke played by fate, or the beginning of something else?
