This is the story of a woman who returned with her son during the Republic of China and used a new identity to avenge her old love who had betrayed and destroyed her family. However, she faced the erosion of self by hatred in a carefully planned way. In the end, guided by her beloved son and the remaining true love, she completed her revenge and moved toward self-salvation. Here, hatred is wrapped in brocade cheongsams and crisp suits. Revenge is no longer the flash of swords and swords in the arena, but the sharpness of eyebrows and eyes at salon dances, the number game in bank account books, and the carefully arranged scandals in newspaper headlines. The strife of old-style families carries the cold shackles of clan etiquette; the fights between the new rich are filled with the raw smell of capital. Everyone wears a mask and plays a role needed by the times. The true self is often left behind on a rainy night of betrayal or in the ruins after a fire. After gratification, what is left behind is often a deeper emptiness and confusion about where one comes from. This is the cruel rule of this world: you can win everything with clever strategies, but in the process, you may lose the complete self that you originally wanted to avenge.
