Shanghai, autumn 1935. On the bustling Nanjing Road, the sun shines slantingly, and the bustle and tranquility interweave into a moving picture. When the neon lights first come on, the smoke and the hustle and bustle of traffic on the streets seem to be the pulse of the city, revealing all the secrets in its beating.
Lin Aiqin stood in front of the high-rise window on the Bund, overlooking the prosperity of the city. Her eyes were as clear as a lake in late autumn, hidden under a head of short black hair. She is a typical returnee from overseas. Her tall body is tightly wrapped in a Western-style high-collar coat. A gentle smile is like a spring breeze blowing on her face, which seems to relieve all the difficulties in the world. However, there is often a sense of alienation in her eyes that is incompatible with the world, as if she has never found her belonging in this glitzy city.
"Miss, the city police department called and said there is a case that you need to review in person." Behind her, the soft voice of the maid next to her suddenly came.
