The prince of Beijing, Lu Jingyao, spent a ridiculous night on Hong Kong Island. When he woke up, he saw a stack of banknotes under the ashtray.
He twisted the gold-gilt business card and chuckled in the morning light - Very good, treat him as a stand-in and pay him.
We met again in Beijing. She was the jewel of Hong Kong Island who came to discuss business. She was wrapped in a cheongsam and her eyes were wandering. Her words were soft and whispery. He pushed over the contract and said in a calm voice: "Be my man. The approval document you want will be delivered to your desk tomorrow."
She signed without hesitation. She smiled when she raised her eyes, but her eyes were filled with the sea fog of Hong Kong Island in March.
He is a hunter trained by a high school, and he works hard to win her sincerity at every step. She is a black rose tempered by blood and fire. She can fall in love, but she doesn't believe in forever.
Until she came with a gun for the dead Bai Yueguang, he crushed the contract in front of her eyes, pinched her chin and forced her to look up: "Li Ruowei, you see clearly, I, Lu Jingyao, have never been anyone's shadow."
When the red door meets the night of Hong Kong Island:
"Who says black and white can't love each other?"
"I want this black rose to bloom all over Chang'an Street."
Intent: This is a story about two sober people wearing shackles, on the edge of the black and white world, using love as a blade to split fate and fight for a free future for themselves.