She is the sharpest knife tempered by the organization, codenamed "Nightingale". The memory is filled with blood and smoke, and only the mission instructions are engraved into the bone marrow.
When a street fight intervenes, she instinctively targets the most threatening target - the powerful man.
Three swords, precise and cold: thigh, waist, and heart.
When he fell, his blood-stained hands tightly grasped her cuffs, and he squeezed out broken words from his throat: "Xiao Kui... The sunflowers are blooming..." She shook it off indifferently, and coldly taunted: "A dying person talks a lot of nonsense."
The mission is closed, and the world remains cold and empty. Until three days later, a letter soaked in dark brown blood ripped through the dead silence like thunder. Every word in the letter is filled with tears:
"When I saw you again, it was like life and death... That night in the bar, you called me 'sir', and your eyes were so unfamiliar that it broke my heart."
"Your sword skills have improved... Those three stabs hurt me so much..."
"But what hurts more is that there is no trace of the past in your eyes, and you don't remember who I am."
"Actually, I have secretly loved you for ten years. Xiaokui, I love you."
At the end of the letter, there is a sunflower petal that has long since withered and turned brown.
Intention: When a person's soul is replaced by a blade, what is cut off will eventually be the last warm umbilical cord between himself and the world.
