I was eighteen years old that year. My family was destroyed by fire and conspiracy. I faked my death and escaped, becoming Su Luo, an orphan girl wandering the beach in Shanghai. The sword is hidden under the cheongsam, and the plain eyebrows are darkened. He works step by step in teahouses, newspaper offices, and secret rooms in the concession. I once played chess for revenge, causing smoke and smoke everywhere; finally I turned my pen into a blade, and wrote down the dark secrets that had swallowed up my life one by one into a light that illuminated the troubled times.
