"Three years ago he faked his death and surrendered to the enemy and became a dog of the Japanese. Three years later he came back wearing the skin of a traitor and tore my cheongsam to pieces in public: 'Gu Nianzhi, your heartbeat has betrayed you.'
I smiled and put the quenched hairpin against his Adam's apple: 'Professor Kawakawa, your pulse... Is also accelerating for me. '
Everyone says that Gu Nianzhi, the first gardener in Jinyang City, was as cold as ice. Only I know that - every night, I weave his death notice with silk threads.
Until that night, he ran into my studio covered in blood, put the gun into my hand: 'Shoot, prove to Tanaka that you are innocent. '
The moment I pulled the trigger, he suddenly kissed my earlobe: 'Don't be afraid, the bullet is empty... Just like the love you said to me three years ago. '
Later, my flower-studded works became treasures in the collections of high-level officials in China and Japan, and each piece contained top-secret military information.
But the traitor who deserved to be cut to pieces the most, knelt down and put on embroidered shoes for me on our wedding night: 'Madam, this time I will accompany you to hell. '"
