Xiao Jingshu, the young lady of the Xiao family, was pushed off the balcony on the night of the engagement party and watched helplessly as her century-old family was destroyed in a sea of flames. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the night before the tragedy happened. This time, I hid my letter opener under my champagne clothes, and my innocent smile was filled with the poison of sobriety. When the northern lover who had sunk her in her previous life approached again and handed him a cigarette with the same melancholy eyes, she took it with a smile and brushed her fingertips across his palm - this time she wanted more than just a love affair. The rubber plantations, shipping lines and banks of the colony were reshuffled in the smoke of gunfire, and the first name on her revenge list was his lips that once tenderly called her "Jingshu". Love is an illusion, authority is the truth. See how the former prey used her heart as a trap, rewriting the laws of Nanyang with her own hands on the ruins burned by the flames, and let the dangerous fire finally surrender to her alone.
