The sun in winter always seems lazier than at other times, but at this moment a few streaks of belly-white have begun to shimmer on the horizon, signaling the end of night, the awakening of birds and the misfortune of early insects...
It also signifies the beginning of a new day.
"I really wish the night would last longer."
The young girl tightened her windbreaker around her and gracefully stood up. Her phoenix eyes, which rarely showed a hint of a smile, slightly narrowed, revealing a trace of faint sorrow.
Her name was Bai Fu Jin. She was nineteen years old, and though she had all the qualities of a normal girl of her age, she did not lead a life that matched.
To avoid any misunderstanding, I should mention in advance that it was she herself who fought for this life. No one forced her into it.
