By day, I am Shen Ye, the undisputed ruler of Shanghai’s financial world, cold and ruthless, with a merciless hand.
By night, I am her: the most popular songstress at the Paramount, dressed in qipao and singing nocturnes, trying to survive the chaos of 1937.
After a brush with death, my soul became bound to that of a woman from the Republican era.
At sunset, I become her, facing the guns of Japanese spies, interrogation by the Green Gang, and a Shanghai on the brink of falling.
At sunrise, she becomes me, attending meetings, signing contracts, and going head-to-head with my nemesis, Su Wanting.
We came to know each other through the notes we left in a diary.
She wrote, “Could you stop smiling at my secretary in meetings?”
I replied, “That qipao you wore tonight was too revealing.”
I thought it was just an accident, until one day...
I didn’t want to go back to the modern world anymore.
It wasn’t for the money, and it wasn’t because I was afraid.
It was because someone, after learning who I was, was still willing to call me “A Ye.”
“Stay,” she said, as the flames of war outside had already reached the Huangpu River.
But to me, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.
