I am a shadow of Song Gongguan, they are the pearls that illuminate the times.
The eldest sister is strategizing, the second sister has the world in mind, and the younger sister is unparalleled in her elegance.
And I am just the transparent maid who always lowers her head and has a thin sense of presence.
My eyes are the windows they don't shy away from, and my ears are the tree holes where secrets pour out.
I used an accounting pen to silently write down the flow of gold bars, politicians' secret agreements, late-night sighs and tears in front of the mirror.
It wasn't until the building was about to collapse that everyone was shocked -
The private ledger that determined the fate of many people disappeared together with the most inconspicuous woman at the Hong Kong dock in 1949.
My name is not recorded in history, but this legend was written by me myself.
