In the winter of the 26th year of the Republic of China, it snowed heavily in Peiping.
Su Yutang sang "Farewell My Concubine" on the stage, and handed over the information with a fleeting eye.
Shen Yanzhi applauded in the audience, smiling and recording every suspicious pause she made.
She hated him: she hated him for wearing a fake military uniform, she hated him for being brothers with his brother-killing enemies, and she hated him for watching the suffering of his compatriots with cold eyes.
He protected her: he protected her from the Japanese army's difficulties, protected her identity from all the tests, protected her life from the hail of bullets - but he could only do it in the most hurtful way.
"Shen Yanzhi, has my brother's blood ever touched your hands?"
"Su Yutang, if I say never, are you willing to believe it?"
That night when the truth was revealed, gunfire broke out in Beiping City.
He stuffed the last piece of information into her clothes, pushed her to the exit, and turned towards the flames.
"In the next life, I will come clean to marry you."
"I have been married to you in this life."
Children in troubled times love before dawn and die at dawn.
