In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, the last begonia flower fell in Shanghai.
When Shen Qingyi, the adopted daughter of the Gu family, woke up from death row for the third time, she found that she was being erased bit by bit.
Every time she is reborn, her soul loses one point. Mother's face, the warmth of childhood, the feeling of loving someone - like quicksand in an hourglass, they leak out silently between the fingers.
And Huo Yunzheng, the young warlord who personally sent her to death row, was kneeling in the stormy city, trying to recover a name that he had never truly cherished.
This is not a story about forgiveness.
This is the story of a woman who lived for herself once before disappearing completely.
——Begonia burned out three times. What is burned is not the flower, but his life.
