My name is Xinci.
In name only, I am a killer.
I was adopted by my benefactor Jiutian when I was three years old, and I was picked up by him on the street.
I am eighteen years old, fair-skinned, beautiful, and graceful, but I cannot exchange for a trace of compassion from anyone in this world.
I'm simply used to it.
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At this time, the benefactor was leaning on the huanghuali wooden chair with a scripture in his hand. His face was expressionless, but he could be said to be extremely elegant. This elegance was worthy of his other identity: a wealthy Jiangnan businessman.
For so many years, I have been wondering why he, who holds Buddhist scriptures in his hands every day and has an unconventional appearance, would be a good businessman. Why does he have to raise a few of us killers?
Until that day, he said: I will only arrange one task for you in this life, to kill one person. If you fail, you will die, if you succeed, you will be free.
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I dreamed that I could ride my horse and whip my whip freely.
I dreamed that I was walking around the city laughing.
I dreamed of long winding rivers, high mountains, and vast seas and skies.
But in the end I still dreamed of Jiutian's words: I'll give you three years at most.
Purpose: nurturing love