She is a killer and he is a soldier.
She married him to hide. He married her to save her.
When she was five years old, Shen Ye was taken away from her mother.
At the age of fourteen, her only trusted friend betrayed her in exchange for a ticket to the elite class.
At the age of sixteen, she personally killed the boy who called her "sister" and planned a riot to escape from that hell.
At the age of nineteen, she returned to China with a scar on her body, the memory of a piano, and a knife that never left her body. She thought that this was it for her whole life - just a tool, no need for feelings, no need for home, no need for anyone.
Until Lu Heng appeared.
The captain of the special forces, the king of soldiers in the army, with great military exploits. He fell in love with her at first sight and proposed directly.
On their wedding night, she said, "I have killed someone."
He smiled: "I won't run away if I'm scared."
She wouldn't let him touch her, and he waited. She avoided his eyes, but he chased her. She pretended not to care, but he pointed it out directly: "You are lying."
He kissed every scar on her body - the knife mark on her left rib, the gunshot wound on her right shoulder, and the whip marks on her back. He waited for her to take the initiative to approach, and for her to say the three words "I don't know" - that was the closest she got to having her heart beat.
"I don't know if I'm in love with you or not," she said.
"Think slowly," he said.
But her past caught up with her.
The man who climbed out of hell with her, the new owner of the snare, said to her with sick love: "You belong to no one, but you chose him."
"If you kill me, I will think when I die - there are still good things in this world."
He stood in front of her
