Shen Yanqiu died in the winter of 1932. Her husband Gu Shaoting closed the door with his own hands and left her to the fire. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the bed she had been on before her wedding. Outside the window was the hustle and bustle of Shanghai Beach, and on my pillow was the letter of appointment handed over by the man. She took it with a smile, but her fingertips were trembling. She remembered all his secrets, who stood behind him, and who lit the fire. In this life, she wants everyone to know that Newspaper Nightingale is not something anyone can kill if they want. But when she uncovered the truth step by step, she discovered that her death in her previous life was far from as simple as she thought.
