In 1934, the courtyard of the Philosophy Department of Kyoto Imperial University.
The cherry blossoms were like snow. Lin Wanqing hurried past with Kant's collected works in her arms and ran into the arms of Fujiwara Kiyoshi.
He supported her, his eyes behind the lenses were smiling: "Miss, if Kant knew you were so eager, he would probably have to discuss the absoluteness of time."
The encounter between pure white kimono and blue shirt began with a debate about philosophy and art.
In the past two years, the whispers along the Kamogawa River, the resonance in the philosophy classroom, and the oath of alliance on the steps of Kiyomizu Temple...
"Qingzhi, my father is urging me to return to the country."
"Wait for me, Wan Qing. After the family affairs are dealt with, I will go to Shanghai to find you."
Autumn 1936, Shanghai Huizhong Hotel.
Lin Wanqing dressed up to attend the homecoming dance, but among the Japanese consular corps,
I saw that haunting figure——
He was wearing a straight military uniform, and the gold stars on his epaulettes made her eyes hurt.
When Fujiwara Seiji came up with a smile, she sneered in public:
"Is an imperial soldier worthy of talking about art?"
A year later, Songhu fell, and the Lin family was in danger.
Lin Wanqing walked to the Japanese headquarters alone on high heels.
Fujiwara Kiyoshi raised her chin with his sword:
"Ms. Lin, do you remember the cherry blossoms in Kyoto?"
