This story spans twenty years, from the smoke of the Northern Expedition to the flames of the Anti-Japanese War, from the late autumn parasol trees in the French Concession in Shanghai to the dim prison cell in Nanjing. Shen Niantang spent most of his life waiting for an answer, and what he finally got was an old handkerchief - the Suzhou embroidery handkerchief she had embroidered back then, with two words crookedly added next to the osmanthus flower using clumsy stitches.
Niantang.
