Don’t Bite, the Flower Spirit Will Cry

"Since those eyes can't see me, why not gouge them out?" The man's bloodstained fingertips gently brushed the corner of her eye, his voice tender enough to send a chill down the spine.

The last Datura flower in the Three Realms took human form, but was born blind and could only perceive the world through touch.

To survive, she stumbled into Beiyuan's royal city, the darkest place in a land torn by war, and opened a spice shop that only took customers late at night. She thought her customers were ordinary folk, never realizing that the silent swordsman who came every day to buy calming incense was the head of a secret faction who had killed countless people; that the sickly scholar who chased off the local thugs was a mad chancellor with power over the court; or that even the dying big dog she brought home was a violent, bloodthirsty hostage prince from an enemy kingdom.

Then, one day, the royal city fell. Three armies surrounded her little shop, leaving no way out. The men who had once pretended to be gentle finally dropped their masks. "A Yin, are you coming over here yourself, or should we kill each other first and then drag you back?"