A Hero's Bloody Battle on the Shanghai Bund

Fifteen-year-old Lin Yichen knelt beneath a ginkgo tree, carefully tracing the veins of a golden leaf with a tortoiseshell piece. The autumn wind rustled the rice paper, while his little sister Lin Wan’er’s childish voice drifted in and out as she leaned over the railing to count the veins. “Ninety-seven, ninety-eight... Brother! This one’s sure to have more than a hundred!”