She returned from hell, carrying the memories of two lives with her and hiding her sharp edge.
Pretending to be weak, calculating people's hearts, covering the house, growing lotuses and thorns at every step.
Returning to the capital to resolve old cases, stirring up troubles with bare hands, settling the grievances of the past life.
Everyone knows that she is cruel and ruthless, but they don't know that there is a snowfield in her heart that has never melted.
Until she met him, the man who could always see through all her disguises, see through her hardness, and also see her softness.
He said: "Suri, the road to revenge is too cold. I will accompany you."
From then on, there was warmth in the light and shadow of the sword; in the calculation and strategy, attachment was born.
It turns out that the best reunion is not to get revenge, but to be together for the rest of our lives.
