In late autumn of 1931, ginkgo leaves covered the streets in Peiping. Su Wanqing hurriedly walked through Dongjiaomin Lane holding her textbooks, when suddenly a gunshot pierced the sky. She instinctively squatted down, but she saw a man in a black woolen coat staggering to the ground on the street corner in front of him, clutching his shoulders. The sound of the leather boots of the pursuers behind her came from far away.
"This way!" Su Wanqing accidentally opened the curtain of the back door of the roadside silk and satin shop. The moment the man looked up at her, her breath froze - those eyes were like ice-hardened stars, but when they touched the school badge on her school uniform, a trace of surprise flashed across her eyes.
The shouts and curses of the pursuers were getting closer and closer. Su Wanqing gritted her teeth, pulled off her scarf and pressed it on the man's bleeding shoulder: "Just bear with it!" The smell of blood mixed with the smell of pinewood on his body hit her face, and only then did she notice the half of the gun handle exposed from the inner pocket of his coat.
