My name is Shen Tanyin.
During the day, I am the proprietress of a perfume shop in the French Concession. My nails are dyed dark red with koudan, and my hand in mixing perfume is steadier than anyone else.
At night, I am a Paramount singer, my smile is the softest knife, and my eyes are the most poisonous thread.
No one knows that both of these identities are fake - I am a knife that took three years to be unsheathed by the special training class of the military command, codenamed "Fire Crane", and I specialize in killing traitors.
Three years ago, someone from No. 76 Shot my father to death. I crawled out of the pool of blood and learned to laugh. The more charming you smile, the closer you are to your enemy.
But when I finally got close to the man who killed my father, I was blocked by another man beside him—Huo Bainian, the director of the No. 76 Operations Division.
It is said that he is cold-blooded, it is said that he never misses, it is said that his wife died three years ago and he has never seen a living person since then.
I smiled at him, and he looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion that I couldn't understand.
Later that night, I was surrounded in an abandoned warehouse, bullets flying against my ears. It was he who kicked open the door, stood in front of me, raised his hand and shot my enemy between the eyebrows.
Blood splattered on his face, and he looked back at me, his voice as low as it was being crushed out of his chest: "I know who you are. I also know what you want. But your father's death -"
He paused, and the pain in his eyes flashed away: "It's a conspiracy."
Later I found out that he was not a traitor.
He is a deeper person than me.
And our love, from the beginning, stood on the edge of the abyss.
Spy War of the Republic of China × Game of Faith × Extreme Pull
