Floating Life Is Like a Dream Crossing the River of Forgetfulness

He is the most cold-blooded warlord in Shanghai, and I am the canary in his prison. The world said he killed my whole family, but I saw crazy love in his eyes. That night I held the knife against his chest: "Why is it me?" He smiled and held the blade, letting the blood drip on my cheongsam: "Because on the day I slaughtered your whole family - you looked as beautiful as a ghost in your red wedding dress."