In the early years of the Republic of China, the situation in Shanghai was unpredictable.
When we first met, she was the most inconspicuous singer in Baihualin, ordinary and tough.
When we first met, he was a highly respected and powerful figure in the family, handsome and sensible.
He controls the overall situation, treats her like a worldly person, and makes things difficult for her at every turn.
She belongs to someone in her heart, but the love is deep and the relationship is shallow, separated by the world.
In that turbulent and chaotic era, no matter how deep the love was, it turned into deep-seated hatred.
After many years, when we meet again, we are already strangers.
I only remember that on New Year's Eve that year, under the mountains and rivers of the farmhouse, he whispered in my ear:
Yingyao, the way you smile is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life.