The fragrance is broken and the wine is full of evil feelings. The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
She has known how to kill people since she was sensible, and now, she just knows more ways to kill people. Faced with such a bloody scene, she just laughed it off. Each name was listed on the death list, and her definition of them was only the word mission. You may think she is cruel and bloodthirsty, but she always does what the organization says. I'm sorry, the organization didn't teach her how to treat others sincerely.
She originally thought that since she had never formed the concept of love, she would not be moved by love, but unexpectedly, this turned out to be the biggest failure in her career as a killer.
"How could I possibly fall in love with someone who only has two sides and is so conceited!" But it turns out that this seemingly unreliable bet was a total failure for her.
"Alan, do you believe me?" Little did he know that a cold-blooded man like him would also be yearning for her; little did he know that a cruel-hearted woman like her would also be moved by love.
Could it be that she is in love? Could it be said that there can be two people at the same time in a life who cannot let go even if they risk their lives?
Her stubbornness, his persistence, and his forbearance are intertwined in the dark sky, and the sycamore leaves that are involved in the thread of fate can't escape the fate of turning into spring mud after all?
At the end of fate, he left all his affection: "I hope you can be happy, if possible..."
The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.