The Flames of War Are yet to Burn: the Unsent Love Letters from Shanghai Beach

[Hot-Blooded Spy Game] + [Sadistic Love] + [Wife Chasing Crematorium] + [Emotional Redemption + [Pretender Fan] In the era when the war was still going on, the scent of jasmine at the hem of the cheongsam and the smell of gunpowder smoke lingered in the humid air. Mingtai looked at Yu Manli, who was checking bombs twenty steps away. She was a woman known as the "Black Widow" and was severing the traitor's throat with a steel wire. Her blood-spattered moon-white embroidered shoes lightly touched the corpse. As the most favored young master of the Ming Group, Mingtai could have enjoyed the champagne party in the concession house, but instead he was chosen by Wang Tianfeng, a high-ranking military official on the streets of Hong Kong. The quenched tie clip and the fire-breathing pen, these exquisite murderous weapons became his toys in the new world, until he met his partner Yu Manli - the tattoo on the back of her neck was the death row number, and potassium cyanide was always hidden in the buttons of her cheongsam. "There are still three minutes for the Sakura train." Yu Manli suddenly approached and stuffed the removed detonator into the inner pocket of his suit, with the bitter taste of TNT remaining on her fingertips. They pretended to be newlyweds in order to smash the Japanese army's transportation plan, but found each other's real wounds in the attic of Xitaizi Alley: crisscrossed whip marks on her back. When the explosion fire dyed the Huangpu River red, Mingtai held Yu Manli's hand. "Your life is mine! I won't allow you to die while I'm alive!" And they don't know yet, a bloody spider web is slowly spreading above their heads...