The rain in the south of the Yangtze River wrapped around the umbrella ribs. He tilted the black umbrella towards her, half of his shoulders were soaked in the rain. She raised her eyes and looked into his deep pool-like eyes, and her emotions grew wildly in the humid air.
Suddenly, there was a harsh gunshot in the dark alley! Blood splashed on his suit and dyed the hem of her skirt red. From then on, the threads of fate were tightly intertwined - the mountains and rivers were broken, and the troubled times were like chess. He walked on the edge of the knife. What he could give her was never the depth of the courtyard, but a name that was annihilated by the flames of war, and a rest of his life that lasted forever.
The growth of two strong people: a gentle lady × a returning patriot, losing their youth in the flames of war, using love as a shield and wisdom as a blade, achieving mutual success and redeeming each other.
