The neon lights are bright in the ten-mile foreign market, but I don't know which shadow hides the fatal muzzle and farewell. When the gears of fate began to turn, she and he were destined to compose a bloody love song in this precarious city of Shanghai.
She was the last silhouette of the old era, a well-educated and sensible lady, but she accidentally broke into the heart of this magical city where dragons and snakes were mixed and the undercurrents were turbulent; he was a powerful and mysterious boss who walked in both black and white, with only cold calculation in his eyes until he met her clear and stubborn eyes.
The honor and disgrace of the family, the torrent of the times, and the crisis of the home and country are coming like huge waves! On one side is unforgettable love, on the other is family affection and faith that cannot be let go. When the gun is pointed at her former lover, when the only choice is to drink poison to quench her thirst or be shattered into pieces - how should she choose? Should you stick to that glimmer of light, or sink completely?
! There was a gunshot on the Bund on a rainy night, and he actually ended the relationship in front of her that should never have begun... Was it a complete farewell, or the prelude to a deeper conspiracy?
