On the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month when he was ten years old, seventeen members of Wei Linhan's family were killed.
He is the only survivor.
Fifteen years later, he returned to Linhai with a scar and a company.
When he came back, he did two things: find the man named Yan Zhentian and let him have a taste of the loss of his family.
The plan was going well until he met a girl in a small cafe.
Her name is Yan Luoyao, and she smiles like the sun in winter.
She is the enemy's daughter.
She was also the only person in the world who made him feel alive.
The knife has been sharpened for fifteen years and is as bright as a mirror.
The mirror reflected two things: he loved her, and she was his last relative in the world.
This is a story about revenge.
It is also a story about unforgiveness.
No matter which way you choose, you will lose.
