The world is simple. Scheming, manipulation, and deception are as crude as blank paper. Except for her: she is complex, an existence no amount of calculations can solve.
The world is chaotic. Amid all the disorder, he is the only one who remains clearheaded.
A bloody fairy tale and an absurd reality.
The first time Fu Xingchen saw Yuan Zhisheng, she was at a murder scene.
The neighborhood was chaotic and filthy. The old banyan tree's branches grew thick and leafy, with crooked limbs reaching toward the sky like dead claws, both tranquil and menacing.
A crowd gathered beneath the tree to watch a man and a woman face off. The woman screamed and roared, then, unable to endure the insults any longer, pulled out a knife barely an inch long and slashed the man's throat.
Blood spurted everywhere, splashing the right cheek of a girl in the crowd. The onlookers scattered in panic and terror. She wore a white dress, its hem lifted by the breeze. Her eyes were pitch-black and hollow, utterly indifferent.
Without a trace of panic, she touched the warm blood on her right cheek with her index finger, then brought it to her lips, lowered her head, and sucked on it, her lashes drooping.
Fu Xingchen witnessed it all and stared at her. The girl was frail and pale, yet dangerous and cold.
The next second, she looked up. Blood stained her index finger and lips crimson. Her pale face and dark, dangerous eyes met his gaze for just a second.
The next second, the girl smiled with innocent sweetness.
Not a horror story
Mysterious, strange girl x calm, cool, brilliant boy
Theme: Love you, love my country
