In the rain, the muzzle of his gun was pressed against her heart, and her dagger was only one millimeter away from his carotid artery. Lu Zhaoyan, the youngest legend of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, pressed the trigger with his fingertips, but half a second was delayed enough for the black figure to disappear into the night. In the ruins, he was pinned down by a beam. She squatted in the dust and laughed, but she did not land a fatal blow. A duel in the factory, a cold shot on the shoulder, he abandoned his vocation and took the injured killer back to a rental house on the outskirts of the city. The slight trembling when iodophor was applied to the wound, the hot drink handed to him on a rainy night, and the hiding of handcuffs and keys were the warmth that should not exist between the police and the killer.
He is the law enforcer who should pull the trigger, and she is the sharp blade that should sever the bonds. But three confrontations, two hesitations, and one redemption made the opposing gears begin to shift. When the police badge meets murderous intent, when tenderness overflows the blade, is this dangerous pull a joke of fate, or is it another beginning?
