[Micro group portraits of martial arts + grand narrative + detailed depiction + flesh and blood]
She returned from hell, not for revenge, but to remember those who died in the darkness - and then fight for their fate.
Ten-year-old Shen Yuan witnessed her mother being pushed down the abyss on the Broken Soul Cliff. The high fever took away her memory. Under the fangs of the hound, she crawled out of the pile of corpses and was secretly sent to the "Nest", a killer training camp in the mountains.
There, she had no name, only a number: number seventy-three.
Until she encountered a glimmer of warmth that reminded her of emotions she had long forgotten.
Ten years later, a frightening killer appeared in the world - "Bone Girl". No one knows her true identity, they only know that she always takes life when she attacks, and she never fails.
Her knife points to the enemy who destroyed her family back then, to the owner behind the "nest", and to a mysterious organization that spans rivers, lakes and courts. But before she drew the knife, someone had already approached her——
The young master from an aristocratic family who is cold on the outside but hot on the inside loses his bearings in front of her; the bohemian prodigal looks at her with a bottomless look; the mysterious doctor who is both good and evil can't save his heart; the female swordsman who bears a blood feud feels sympathy for each other. There is also the prince trapped in the whirlpool of power, the cold-faced guard who was the orphan of the previous dynasty, the loyal and infatuated swordsman...
Some people come for her, some abandon her, some draw swords against her, and some betray the whole world for her.
Intention: When the truth about Soul-Desolating Cliff comes to light, when the owner of the "nest" reveals his true face, when the red threads of fate are intertwined and broken, when all the grudges and hatreds converge into a knife hanging above her head - Shen Yuan discovers that the person she wants to kill and those who want to protect her stand on the same cliff of fate. Even if it falls into mud and becomes dust, it still looks for new life in the desperate place.
