I was once a woman without any dreams, without any hope for the future.
My name is Shen Zuimo, but ever since I came to this dark place when I was eight years old, I no longer went by that name. They gave me a new code name: nightingale.
I once struggled to survive in this world. From the age of sixteen, after killing my first person, I realized that to survive in this world, relying on others is impossible, and I can only rely on myself, on the knife in my hand.
Others' lives became capital in my eyes to ensure my survival; only by killing more could I live longer.
Yet, I never thought about why I want to live, for what reason to live?
It was said, just purely to live for the sake of living.
There is a memory that is missing, and that memory seems very precious. Because, in that memory, there is only one person, and that person seems to be called Ye Xiaofan.
