In 1937, Shanghai had become an isolated island.
"Mr. Pei, are you a traitor?"
"I am." He answered without hesitation, yet turned around and slipped the Japanese military's highest-level secret into her pocket.
What Ye Zhuguang regretted most in her life was meeting the man named Pei Long.
What she regretted least was also meeting the man named Pei Long.
In a game of cat and mouse, she was the prey fleeing from his grasp, and also the sharpest blade he had honed with his own hands.
Everyone in Shanghai knew that Pei Long, head of the secret service, was cold-blooded and sinister, with power over the region.
No one knew how, night after night, he personally handed bloodstained intelligence to the woman he called an "idiot."
"Do you hate me?" he asked, his eyes roiling with emotions she could not understand.
Ye Zhuguang brushed her fingers over the old and new scars crisscrossing her body and lifted her head with a smile. "I do. But I hate this world, which needs you and me to be heroes, even more."
When the final truth tore through the dawn, she finally understood: he had burned away his reputation and dignity to forge the backbone of an entire nation.
