In the precarious situation of the Republic of China, the marriage of Zhao Songyin, a daughter of a well-known family, became the last bargaining chip in her father's hands. He wants to leave his daughter in the country and marry the son of a British knight, paving the way for his family to move south. Songyin could not resist, because what she cared about was the illegitimate child that no one cared about in her fiancé's family.
A high fever burned away her last fantasy. While she was ill, she wrote a confession letter in which she risked everything, and asked her maid Peipei to deliver it.
I sent the letter but no reply.
The next time I learned about Pepe's whereabouts, he was at the corpse identification office in the patrol room. The letter that contained all her courage was like her position in this world. She handed it out and never received a reply. She finally wore her mother's old wedding dress and got married into the foreign-style house with desolate walls.
Until she glimpsed a letter from London in her husband's study. Slanted on the envelope was a line of beautiful cursive letters, bearing one of the most respectable surnames in Britain.
She recognized that last name.
Across mountains and rivers, her husband left her love where it shouldn't be.
(Imitating Zhang Ailing's writing style. A marriage in the old days, a few women who couldn't help themselves, and a cup of tea that was never drunk from beginning to end.)
Intention: In troubled times, love cannot be found, and one cannot help oneself
