In 1937, Shanghai lay beneath a storm-dark sky.
Among my mother's belongings, I found a bloodstained letter. Its vivid red marks held only one line:
No. 3, the Bund · celadon vase · they're here.
In an age of turmoil, love and longing are only the beginning.
As a daughter, I carry on my parents' mission, holding an old letter and upholding the cause of our country.
With the land broken and shattered, I will be a ray of light, illuminating China in the dark.
“The red marks on the letter are blood, and they are also the unyielding spirit of the Chinese people, who would rather die than surrender.”
