One is a Korean exile lurking in Shanghai, and the other is a Shanghai orphan without a father or mother. A deal and a marriage tie the two together.
He thought it was just a fulfillment of the trust of his best friend, and she thought it was just a temporary solution to escape from the family.
This is Shanghai in 1920. The parasol trees in the French Concession are green and yellow. A North Korean man, a Chinese girl, a silver makeup knife, and a pot of asparagus that are about to wither. They fell in love cautiously in the storm of the times, and then separated quietly.
I can't return to my homeland, and I can't let go of my faith. When will I receive another letter from you in these troubled times? Can you still call me by my baby name when we meet again?
