A Blade at Her Heart, and Her Obsessive Enemy Finally Backs Down

Everyone in Beijing's elite circles knew that Lu Qishen, the living God of Death, had a scar over his heart. It was left by his wife, who had faked her death.

Five years later, an amnesiac female assassin slipped into his room with a miniature version of Lu Qishen.

She pressed her poisoned blade against his carotid artery, but he gripped her hand with red-rimmed eyes and pushed the tip toward his own heart. “Don't be afraid. Stab me here. Don't hurt your hand.”

The most desperate kind of love in the world is knowing she wants your life, yet still fearing she won't enjoy killing you enough.

Only after the mastermind controlling her was lured out did everyone realize: who had laid this inescapable trap around the assassination?