There is a beautiful person, just like Qingyang.
Ji Qingyang, whose name does not live up to her name, is a living red rose that bloomed freely in Hong Kong in the 1930s.
A desperado driving in a hail of bullets, a foreign doctor obsessed with medicine, a drunkard trapped in love... If she wanted to, she could still be considerate to the core.
As fate would have it, she suddenly appeared in his life at that moment, like a ray of light.
During the few months of being imprisoned, feelings secretly arose, and Du Liansheng's heart fell into despair step by step.
They gather and disperse as they please, and one day they all return to their respective places. The bright neon lights of the ten-mile foreign market in Shanghai cannot illuminate the darkness in his heart.
When we met again, at his engagement party, he had his fiancée by his side, and she was not alone, holding another man's arm and smiling sweetly.
In a troubled and unpredictable world, do you still want to miss this unexpected encounter?
A thousand-mile marriage is tied by a thin thread, and a red silk thread holds both ends. It will become messy if it is not cut and straightened out.