The five-color plum blossoms bloom, and the faint fragrance breaks at dawn.
When the tactical thinking of modern female special forces fell into the abyss of the spy war of 1937, a secret war that transcended the times quietly began.
Five women with different identities, led by a cold-faced commander, used the concession as a chess game and used rouge to hide their blades, weaving an invisible web between the Japanese puppets, military commanders, and underground organizations.
They performed tasks that will never be archived, made decisions together at the crossroads of faith, and finally turned their tempered edge to the dawn, becoming an undercurrent that was not recorded in history but moved history.
This is a group portrait of women blooming in the darkest moment, and it is also an epic of family and country that transcends factions.
