Lu Tianxing watched Rose walking towards him, his eyes carrying a trace of reminiscence as he slowly recalled the first time they had met.
...
It was a night a year ago, the darkness as thick as ink, at midnight during winter, and the street was already very deserted. The dim yellow light that lit the road seemed to bring a chill.
Suddenly, a burst of noisy voices broke the silence of the night. A disheveled figure stumbled out from an alley; she was dressed in black leather, looking like a sprite of the night, except that she was in total disarray with a slice across her lower abdomen, from which blood seeped out between her fingers as she clutched the wound.
She staggered out of the alley, and behind her, more than a dozen men in black suits, wielding machetes, relentlessly pursued her.
"Miss, there's no use running; you can't escape. The master said it's time to send you on your way today."
