Cold Blade Shines on the Lonely City

The snow falls on the lonely city, and the night is as dark as ink I stood on the city wall, holding in my hand the knife that had been with me for ten years - it had no name, only blood. Ten years ago, the Gu family was wiped out. I knelt in front of the bodies of my parents and vowed to make everyone involved pay the price. The first person I killed was my housekeeper. He cried in front of me and I didn't blink. The second one was the sect leader. He begged for mercy, but I didn't even blink. To this day, I still kill. People in the world say I'm cold-blooded, but I don't care. They do not understand that some blood must be washed with other blood. It's just... That time, I almost died in Xie Wujiu's trap. It was she, Su Ningshuang, who stopped my bleeding with a silver needle. Her hands were steady and her eyes were soft, but I could see that there was a blade hidden behind that softness. I wanted to kill her to save myself from future trouble. But the way she looked at me was like looking at a wounded person, not a killer. My knife seems to have dulled a bit since then. I told myself that this was only temporary. But when she blocked the sword for me, I understood—— My life is no longer just mine. No matter how big the world is, I will only protect her. Even if the cost is to become the enemy of the world