Amid the snow and wind of 1928, Shen Yuzhi was abducted into the marshal's residence by Lu Zhengnian, the warlord rumored to be a bloodthirsty madman. His white fox-fur coat was stained with mud, and his gaze behind gold-rimmed glasses was like ice. A refined gentleman raised in the gentle waters of Jiangnan, he had been thrown into the wolf's den of a northern warlord.
Lu Zhengnian's love was as savage as gunfire. He threatened Shen Yuzhi with his younger brother's safety and gambled with the lives of everyone in the city, keeping him imprisoned in a gilded cage. Yet late at night, he clumsily tucked in Shen Yuzhi's blankets, and when an assassin struck, he used his own body as a shield of flesh and blood.
Shen Yuzhi had hated his madness and possessiveness. But aboard a mail ship as he fled, he discovered that the jade pendant engraved with his name had long been secretly tucked into his luggage. During Shanghai's rainy plum-blossom season, he received a long gown whose lining was embroidered with a crooked begonia.
When news from the front arrived, the man who had once said, “If I kill you, who will watch the northern snow with me?” had fallen on the battlefield. Only then did Shen Yuzhi understand: the madness and tenderness of these troubled times had long ago entwined around him like begonias blooming in gunfire, leaving him nowhere to escape.
This is a story of captivity and surrender amid the chaos of war. He is the other's weakness, and also his armor. He is the other's prison, yet in the end, he becomes the home the other chooses to return to.
A little bit cruel, nice looking