During the day, she is the quietest planning specialist of the cultural and tourism group, gentle and timid, and aloof from the world.
At night, she is a cold shadow wandering on the edge of evil, monitoring, tracking, and lurking. The blade in her hand is never stained with blood, but it has been pressed against the throat of the abyss.
Eight years ago, Chen Jin left Jiangcheng with his luggage and tempered himself into the sharpest blade of the Army Special Forces, codenamed "Cold Blade".
Eight years later, she returned in the name of "retired due to injury", playing the role of an ordinary white-collar worker, just to destroy the dark tower that had been in her hometown for ten years - the Yanshan Society.
There are only tasks in her world: collecting evidence, dismantling the protective umbrella, and waiting for the day to close the net.
Until that rainy night, in the alley where she was injured and hiding, she met someone she shouldn't have met.
Lu Zhiyan, the youngest deputy director of thoracic surgery at Jiangcheng Central Hospital, is gentle, upright, and still sincere after seeing life and death.
He handed over the gauze and his voice was as clear as the moonlight: "If the wound is not treated, it will leave scars."
She couldn't avoid him, but he came closer step by step.
The more distant and restrained she is, the firmer and warmer he becomes.
He said, "Shen Jin, I won't ask you about your secrets. I just want to know whether you brought an umbrella when it rained and whether you were afraid of the dark when you came home late at night."
She had been in the dark for so long that she almost forgot the warmth of light.
Until he knelt on one knee in the cherry blossom garden by the river, holding a plain ring in his palm: "I don't ask about your past, I only want to be your eternal retreat."
She was tempted. Between her mission and the abyss, she secretly longed for a future with him.
