I don't have a name, only my code name, "Ajiu". Master said that he dug me out of the dead, gave me new life, and gave me a sword. He taught me how to read and how to be the sharpest knife in the dark. He said that I was his most perfect work, a peerless blade created only for revenge. I believed it. I cleared obstacles for him and killed all his enemies. Blood and fire are my only memories. Until that day, I was ordered to sneak into the heavily guarded Hou Mansion and assassinate the old enemy who was said to have destroyed his family. When the tip of the sword was only a fraction away from the man's throat, he looked at my face, tears streaming down his face, and tremblingly called out an unfamiliar name. He said: "My daughter, you finally... Came home." At that moment, the dusty shackles in his mind suddenly shattered. The warm and bright memory fragments belonging to another girl, mixed with the bloody killing, completely overwhelmed me. ... It turns out that I am not his knife. I was his greatest enemy, broken and reshaped by his own hands, and then handed to my real family. He is not my benefactor, he is my hell. Now, this knife that has drank countless blood will finally be unsheathed for the first time. Master, I learned the last lesson you taught me - cut off the past, and cut off you too. **Tags:** Jianghu grudges, revenge and cruelty, falling in love and killing each other, strong women
