Republican-era spy thriller | GL, dual female leads | Two formidable heroines
“An heiress returning from overseas x a cool, aloof undercover translator”
“A silent confession amid the smoke of war | Shadows of spies beneath qipaos | Tragic ending for everyone”
Shen Mingxi, who had returned from studying in Britain, was Shanghai’s brightest rose.
Until, amid a glittering but false banquet, she encountered a patch of silent “moonlight”: Jiang Jinyue, the cool and mysterious translator at the Mitsui Trading Company.
Shen Mingxi tested her with music and drew closer with every dance step.
Jiang Jinyue pushed her away again and again. “Miss Shen, some games can get you killed.”
When the man called Caiyun asked her in a teahouse,
“If one day the organization needs you to sacrifice her, which side will you choose?”
“Then my blood will flow alongside hers.”
From then on, the lame Shen family heiress recuperating from her illness became the eyes probing the darkness for the dawn, working between musical scores and strings of numbers.
But beneath all these layers of identities, what is real and what is a mask? What is truth, and what is illusion?
Her refined and courteous elder brother moved deftly between the Nationalist government and the Japanese, yet pointed his gun at her “accomplice.”
Her childhood friend, who had loved her for years, let love turn to hatred and became a pawn of the Special Higher Police.
Her most trusted confidante calmly said, “Mingxi, I am Hanmei.”
And the Japanese trading company’s vice president, seeing in Jiang Jinyue the spitting image of his dead daughter, silently chose a side between family and country…
Everyone was acting.
Everyone was betraying someone.
Everyone thought wearing a mask would let them protect the people they most wanted to protect.
