On the Songhu battlefield in 1937, a blood-stained silver dollar tied to the mystery of the assassination three years ago. When Lin Shuyin, who was wearing a red scarf, put the silver dollar into Chen Huaian's trembling palm, she said: "It was my brother who shot."
From the ruins of Shanghai to the dangerous city of Nanjing, from the poison gas conspiracy to the secret war of espionage, two scarred souls survive side by side in the flames of war. There are enemy bullets left in his left hand, and the secret of his dual identity is hidden in her body.
During the eight years of the war of resistance, the mountains and rivers were shattered. When the victory bell finally rang, in a watch shop by the Suzhou River, a stopped pocket watch and an untied red silk scarf became the witnesses of all the unsaid words——
Some wars are over, and some waiting has just begun.
