In the troubled times of the Republic of China, there were contract marriages, military-political-business marriages, marriage first, love later, iron-blooded tenderness, and deep sadomasochism.
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The wind of the old year always carries the smell of gunpowder smoke, blowing through the rose shelves in the south of the Yangtze River and the military tents in the north.
A marriage that began with interests is like a cold seal stamped on the title page of troubled times.
He is an iron-blooded commander who is surrounded by bullets and bullets. The frost and snow between his brows are colder than the cold wind in the north.
She is a gentle lady raised in the mist of the commercial port, but the tenacity in her eyes hides an unyielding edge.
It was supposed to be a contract where everyone gets what he needs, but it became entangled into an endless thread during the three months of war.
His gun can protect his family and country, but it cannot protect the person next to him.
Her intelligence can support her family, but she cannot support a lonely lamp on a cold night.
The tenderness hidden behind the barrel of a gun cannot withstand the torrent of troubled times.
The wind of the old year is still blowing, blowing past unsent letters, blowing past unhealed wounds, blowing past an embrace that started in the ice and ended in a topsy-turvy embrace, leaving only the courtyard full of heroes and an unfinished "waiting for you".
