She is the daughter who plays the violin in the rose garden of Xiafei Road, and he is the Shura who crawled out of the pool of blood at Shiliupu Pier.
A maple leaf birthmark tore apart two misaligned lives——
When Su Qian's pearl necklace hides the key to the arsenal, and when Shen Mu's cigar box locks her nine-year-old sketch,
All lust and murderous intentions start from that blood-stained obsidian hairpin.
"Shen Mu, do you love me or the arsenal map in my hairpin?"
Su Qian stood on tiptoes to kiss him in the abandoned tram factory, the sniper's red dot trembling on the back of her heart.
He bit her lip and sneered: "What I want is for Xia Feilu's roses to be stained with Shiliupu's blood."
