In the winter of the 13th year of the Republic of China, I was forcibly occupied as an outer room by the warlord Lu Zhengchen.
If his white moonlight wants blood, take mine; if he wants bone marrow, take mine; if he wants kidneys, take my life in exchange.
I knelt down and begged him: "The child is innocent..."
He kicked me away: "Are you worthy of bearing my seed?"
With the child gone, I lost all hope and set myself on fire.
Three years later, I came back as the fiancée of my enemy.
The arrogant Governor Lu knelt in front of me on the street, holding a gun to his chest:
"Qingli, you fire a shot, and I will die with you. While you live, I will kneel down to atone for my sins, and I will kneel down until I die."
