While traveling, my best friend and I were chosen by a System and transmigrated to 1937, during the Republic of China era.
My best friend rushed to choose a career as a singer at the Paramount, hoping to experience the dazzling, decadent world of Shanghai from the novels.
I, on the other hand, became an ordinary teacher at a girls’ school.
To climb the social ladder, my best friend betrayed her own people and devoted herself to the Japanese.
Later, she died a miserable death, and only then did I glimpse part of the truth.
Looking at a country engulfed in war, I put on a qipao and pinned up my hair.
I resolutely set out on the path that every patriotic Chinese would one day have to take in this era.
