Mu Yao Ye Zhuan

She went to the United States to see a doctor and was assassinated by her enemies at the airport. He saved her. That face was exactly the same as that of an old friend who died in the bombing ten years ago, too beautiful to be true. The cemetery, the flower shop, the outside of the prison wall, the night falling into the deep valley - the closer the distance, the more confused she became: the face was completely reproduced, but the temperament was different; the voice was the same, but the number of paths was different. She doesn't know martial arts, so she can only use the empathy he taught her to understand his ruthlessness; rely on her rich knowledge reserves to interpret his elegant moves; and rely on her talent that never makes a mistake to deduce strange encounters. He may be a ghost, a machine, a weapon, a god or a demon, but he doesn't look like a human being. She looked through her old friend's sketchbook, pondered over the tests, and looked up the naming rules of transnational drug trafficking organizations - the entire treatment turned into a two-way growth. He risked his life to save her, and she risked her life to save him. The prequels annotate the main story, and the main story echoes the prequels. Two-line duality, hard martial arts, no fantasy. After reading them all, you will find that the answer is hidden in the question from the beginning.