In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, it rained in Nanjing for a whole month. Su Wanqing knelt on the green bricks of the Shen family ancestral hall, listening to the gunshots coming from behind. She holds Shen Yanzhi's blood-stained pocket watch in her left hand, and the watch hand will always stop at the moment when he took a bullet for her; in her right hand, she hides the ship ticket left behind when she landed, and the ink is blurred like undried tears - the man who said he would take her to escape to Nanyang is standing on the city wall at the moment, commanding the fighter planes that bombed her hometown.
She was once the most skilled woman in the embroidery workshop in Jiangnan. She thought that in an embroidery life, she only needed to follow the rules. However, after meeting Shen Yanzhi's gentleness and Lu Shiyan's passion, she was involved in the whirlpool of fate. When the flames of war tore apart the engagement, and when the conflict of faith tore apart the friendship, she understood: some love is burnt ashes from the beginning, and some awakening requires half a lifetime of blood and tears as oil. In the end, she stood on the ruins, watching the two men go to different abyss, and finally understood that the meaning of life is not to choose the right lover, but to embroider a way out for oneself in a desperate situation.
