Autumn, twenty-three years of the Republic of China.
Dangui Terrace in the French Concession in Shanghai plays music every night, with sleeves flying, singing about talents, beauties, joys and sorrows.
She is Du Liniang on the stage, her eyes are flowing, and her every frown and every smile is poetry. Everyone only knows that she is a famous Kun Opera actress with unparalleled elegance. She amazes the whole audience when she takes the stage. After taking off her makeup, she is just an ordinary woman. She is quiet and gentle, leaving no trace of her. No one could see through the many secrets hidden under her calm skin.
He is a silent listener in the audience, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with stern eyebrows. Those sharp eyes have seen fights in dark alleys, and have been involved in countless dangerous investigations. As a military leader, he is suspicious and decisive, and will never trust anyone easily.
The song "The Peony Pavilion" brings two people who have never met each other into each other's lives.
He secretly speculated about her origins, and she was quietly wary of him. There are layers of temptations, and doubts twist and pull.
In troubled times, people's hearts are the hardest to predict. Suspicion breeds compassion, and caution turns into concern. It's just that the road ahead has already been destined to be different, and the righteousness of family and country lies before love.
They had seen the moonlight on the beach together, and they had also faced the rain of bullets together. When the war ended, the stage remained the same and the singing remained the same.
Frost covered the vermilion stage, and the person who listened to the opera attentively never came to the appointment again.
