Introduction to "Shanghai Winter Plum"
In Shanghai in the 28th year of the Republic of China, sleet and snow soaked every inch of the French Concession. Underground intelligence agent Duan Nanzhi stepped through the puddles on Xiafei Road, and the cigarette at her fingertips was as perishable as the wintersweet on the street corner - she wanted to retrieve the secret message about the Japanese arms transportation route from the hidden pattern of Song brocade in Jinxiu Pavilion.
This was her first contact with Cui Jingzhu in three months. A classmate who once argued about ism at Jinling Women's University is now a connector in a silk village and a nurse lurking in a concession hospital, weaving a cobweb of resistance against Japan with codes and gunshots. The dragon and phoenix jade pendants were their agreement, and the blooming peach blossoms were a sign of victory. However, the traitor's betrayal left Old Wu lying in a pool of blood on the dock. Translator Wang's sinister smile was more like a poisonous snake entwining the intelligence network.
The neon lights of Paramount reflected the blood stains on the gray windbreaker, and the saber on Cui Jingzhu's back bloomed into the most intense red plum. The wintersweet she held in her palm hid a code that only they could understand; the kiss that finally landed on the mole under Duan Nanzhi's eye was a trust heavier than death.
When the dragon and phoenix jade pendants were finally put together into a complete circle, and when unfinished information floated out from the embers of the burned tailor shop, Duan Nanzhi walked into the deeper night wearing a blood-stained windbreaker. Snow is the plum blossom in winter, tears are the debt of spring, and she will live with the faith of two people until the peach blossoms overflow the mountains and fields, as if they have never been separated.
