Xu Yi met Gu Wanwan in Shanghai in 1937, at a Western nightclub in Shili Foreign Market in the French Concession. At that time, one was a young man with a rigorous upbringing, and the other was the most popular social butterfly in Shanghai. Glancing in the dim light, what catches the eye is not the pretty face, not the slender and charming figure, not the delicate temperament, but the hands with clear joints. If they are more fleshy, if they are less, they are thinner. Only Gu Wanwan, the most popular person in Shanghai, is worthy of these slender and soft hands.
I thought that the two people with such huge differences would never meet again, but they met at the most unlikely time and in the most unlikely place.
Entangled, separated and reunited, Xu Yi's feelings that he had to hold on to even if he abandoned national justice and the rise and fall of the country were worthless in the eyes of others.
No regrets, no reluctance, just a little regret.
After all, I can't fulfill the promise of peace, joy, and everlasting peace that I made to you.