In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, the sound of artillery fire at Marco Polo Bridge tore through the tranquility of Peiping. Female college student Gu Qinghan took the old manuscript left by her father and boarded the escape train south alone.
In the crowded carriage, she met the man who was as cold as a knife - Fu Jingshen.
One is a talented woman in distress who relies on others, and the other is a government agent lurking in the dark.
"In this troubled world, no one knows what will happen tomorrow. So, don't wait until tomorrow to do what you can do today."
That autumn, at night when the sweet-scented osmanthus fell, he kissed her.
She said, wait for me to come back.
Intention: When the mountains and rivers are broken, some people use their pens as swords, and some people use their lives as shields.