In an old Western-style mansion from the Republican era, several peculiar tenants live under one roof.
The landlady, Xiao Yu, is a laid-back woman who takes no interest in anything and gets by on the rent.
The tenant in the east wing, Salin, is a taciturn blond man whose green eyes resemble a wolf's in the desert.
The tenant in the west wing, Yifan, is courteous and gentle, and smiles like a fox that has had its fill.
The spacious south-facing suite belongs to Sheng Wanxiang. Her occupation is listed as “public relations consultant,” and her mailbox is stuffed with invitations in French.
Their Friday-night card game is an unbreakable tradition. They are not much for talking, except when they are taking shots at each other.
Memory is like a frozen river thawing, surging forth
This is an old house concealing secrets from three lifetimes.
Some remember. Some have forgotten.
Someone has guarded twenty years of devotion, knocking little by little at a door that has never opened to him.
Someone else, after forgetting, awkwardly and belatedly learns how to fall in love all over again.
Twenty years is a long time.
Three lifetimes are even longer.
Luckily, in this life, they still have the rest of their lives together.”
Jade Lock and Rouge, modern alternate-timeline story, dedicated to everyone who has never forgotten.
