The story begins in Hong Kong in the 1930s, which is where my memory begins. It is the starting point of my memory, but it is not the time and place of my birth. I woke up from chaos, my head was dizzy and my consciousness was blurred. What I heard in my ears was the sound of car bells and the sounds of busy alleys mixed with the sounds of hawkers. I want to know who I am. When I know who I am, I regret why I remembered it and let myself fall into a bigger whirlpool. A gangster killer, the son of an aristocratic family, the family leader and a down-and-out aristocratic lady who doesn't want to be stained by the mortal world.
