Also known as "He died on the eve of my understanding of love" Sadomasochism in the Republic of China·BE Xiang
The snow particles in 1925 crushed the jasmine. Lu Zhihang, a noble man who studied abroad, caught Gu Wanning, a runaway girl, who ran into his arms at the train station - she was holding the bloody marriage certificate, and he was holding the moonlight falling from her hair. Three lines of love letters cannot hide the surprise of troubled times: he saw the spring beyond the mountains and rivers in her eyes, and she accidentally touched the net woven by tenderness in his arms.
From the station to the alley, from love letters to gunshots, when the foreign suit is stained with the blood of the old warlords, and when the white gauze skirt is soaked with the frost of the new troubled times, he finally understands that the warmth in his palms when they first met was the candy stolen by fate. She guarded the unspoken words he had hidden in the letter, and he carried her love that was trapped in the gears of the times and could not get it. It was not until the sound of a gunshot one night shattered the last unfinished confession that she understood that the gentle country she entered by mistake that year had long since become a disaster that she could not extricate herself from for half her life.
He died on the eve of her understanding of love, and she lived as his unfinished poem. The wind of the Republic of China swept away the encounter between the three lines, but carved a half-sentence of "I love you" that will never heal in the folds of time.
