I'm Chinese, and he's a Japanese man who came to invade China. Our love is divided by our countries and the enmity between our families. I love him, but I love my country even more. Between national hatred and love, which comes first? Between schemes and tangled passion, which will prevail? She lives for him, yet nearly loses her life because of him. In the end, love becomes torment.
Even if you kill me, you can't stop me from loving you.
It's a transmigration story. Everyone else transmigrates to ancient times or some made-up world, but I, of all people, ended up in the middle of the War of Resistance Against Japan? During the years when we were fighting the Japanese...
I like to read the literature of the Republic of China, Yangwen!