The mist of the Yudai River was wrapped in the bloody past, pushing Su Wan into the whirlpool of the Gu family's wealthy family. When she was brought back to Qiwu Courtyard on a rainy night, the butterfly birthmark on her wrist reflected in the eyes of the bronze Suzaku statue - exactly the same as Mrs. Gu who drowned in a shipwreck twenty years ago. The moonlight diffused through the distorted neon "Welcome Home" sign. The moment she took over the appointment letter as shipping director, the smell of plum rain oozed from the cracks in the bluestone, like the whisper of a dead soul.
Shen Yanzhi held her waist lightly at the Yunduan Tower reception. Half of the dragon and phoenix pendant in the hidden pocket of his suit and the silver chain around her neck trembled strangely. The elegant and dignified aviation young master leaned over and whispered: "Ms. Gu's swift tattoo looks like it's about to fly out of her collarbone." At the end of "Swan Lake" at the Star Theater that night, the emerald earrings that shook off the dancer's pointe shoes were secretly engraved with the logo of Gu's fleet, and the Suzaku tattoo on the back of the corpse's neck revealed a corner of the conspiracy.
The secret code of a smuggling ship is hidden under the agarwood case in Tangli Teahouse, and the secret technique of fake corpses floats in the sandalwood mist at Wutong Medical Center. Shao Nanfeng threw the icehouse key at Su Wan's feet. There were dried magnolia flowers in her mother's notebooks in the glass cabinet, which made her choke and fall to her knees. The inscriptions on Shen Yan's ancestral braille lighter actually fit perfectly with the Sanskrit lock on the copper bracelet of her childhood...
