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My name is Helan, and I'm a killer who will appear in a lot of identities.

They all say that they do what they do, but I really don't feel anything other than endless boredom about my work.

I've killed enough people, I've escaped enough for my life, and I'm even more tired of walking in the dark.

I look forward to the light, but I also look forward to a calm and ordinary life, and they all say that it is easy to invite God and send God, it is not easy to step into this industry, and it is even more difficult to leave this industry.

If it weren't for the fact that I met that person, I would have tried my best to get out of this job that never saw the light of day.

Until one time I was surrounded by the enemy, at that moment I thought about escaping, but once I escaped, I would have to flee for the rest of my life, and I really escaped enough.

At that moment, I was frantically trying to get rid of it, and when I lit the cigarette, I saw him in the crowd.

The man who made me happy, he is also a very good killer, but unfortunately because of our identity, we can't be together, I can understand his hesitation and distress.

I've killed too many people with my gun, and there's one bullet to keep for myself.

Save all your regrets for the next life.

However, the moment I closed my eyes, I saw the man say he loved me.

I was really happy to hear this before I died.

Originally, I thought that this life would come to an end, but when I opened my eyes, I saw him again.

He and Xiaobei are really too similar and too similar, I wonder how there can be two people in this world who are so similar, so that I admit my mistake and make all three of them suffer.

But I only felt guilty and uneasy in my heart, but I never had a trace of regret and hatred.

Maybe this is fate, I couldn't get together with Xiaobei in my last life, but in this life I met another man, a person I loved, and loved me with my life.

His kindness to me doesn't really belong to me, he may care about another soul, and what I cared about at first was his face, which was different, but came together by mistake.

In my short past life, I left no virtue, and my hands were full of blood and debts.

And in the rest of my life, I traveled through the battlefield, carried a knife into battle, and protected the country, which can be regarded as repaying the debt of my previous life.

They say that I am an empress of the ages, an emperor who can be sung and recorded in history, and that I am full of great achievements.

But I don't think so, I'm just trying to live.

In the eyes of many people, I was ruthless, vicious, and worthy of God's damnation.

And in the eyes of some people, I am wise, righteous, and can be worshipped.

Different identities, different angles, you see me differently.

I am ruthless because you treat me badly, I killed you because you want to kill me, I have to live with a name before I can dig out the goodness in my bones.

I have experienced too much in this short life, and I have met too much, I have lived up to the world, and I have never failed him, I have left a lifetime of fame into a handful of loess, which will eventually be blown away by the breeze and become history.

But I'm sorry for that man.

I owe him all my life, and yet he has no complaints.

He died for me in his previous life, looked for me for ten years in this life, and silently guarded me all his life, and then because I gave my husband an eye, he died for me again.

I owe him so much that I can't count them in words.

I know that he gave Beilan the name because of me, and I also know that he has repeatedly told Beilan to take good care of me and be filial to me, and he loves Beilan because Beilan calls me mother and father.

He's trying to make up for the regret in his heart in another way.

I can only pretend not to know about this, it's not that I'm too cold-blooded, it's just that I can't respond.

I can only spare a piece of blue sea and blue sky in my heart, let this man who loves me, and give him the most sincere blessings.

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