In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, lust and blood flowed under the neon lights in Shanghai. That night, two people on the run met in the back alley of Paramount - Shen Nianzhao, a white begonia that was about to be traded by his family, took all his possessions to escape from the engagement of a fifty-year-old wealthy businessman; Gu Yanqi, a lone wolf who burned tobacco to anger the gang, hid in the same shadow covering his gunshot wound. In the dim morning light of the church, she sewed up his wounds while he murmured the name of another woman in high fever.
That her was called Lin Wantang - the red rose with thorns in Gu Yanqi's heart. They had known each other since they were young, and she had accompanied him through his family's decline. She had given him the last silver dollar on a rainy night when he was at his most depressed, and she almost died of a high fever because of him. She was the heaviest debt in his life, the old time he would bump into every time he turned around. What he didn't know was that when he said to Nian Zhao in the church, "You remind me of my sister," Wan Tang was waiting at the dock for a ship that would never come, holding in her hands a ticket to France and a pregnancy test sheet.
The train heading north to Peiping roared away, and the fates of the three people intertwined on the railroad tracks. Nian Zhao thought that escaping from Shanghai would be a new life, but he received a note from Gu Yanqi under the locust tree in Peking; Wan Tang thought that aborting the child would help him escape, but he coughed up blood in the morning fog in Paris; Gu Yanqi thought that burning the smoke would cleanse his hands, but he didn't know that Boss Du's gun was already pressed against the back of his mentor's head.
This is a triangle of death that begins with an escape: Nian Zhao is the white moonlight that Gu Yanqi dare not touch, so clean that he feels ashamed; Wan Tang is the person that Gu Yanqi cannot peel off
