A wealthy daughter with the most beautiful face, in that old Shanghai, that old China, dealt with the two most outstanding men, the warlord, the young marshal... The childhood sweetheart, a heroic beauty, but after experiencing the hatred of the country and the family, the love is destined to be connected with the fate of the country...
Zihao still smiled and showed his allure, and approached Fang Fei's cheek in the dimmest light. He could smell the fragrance of wine between his teeth. The soft music made his breath quicken and his chest kept rising and falling. Fang Fei closed her eyes, but tears unnaturally flowed from the corners of her eyes. Come what should come, it was just a kiss, it had nothing to do with love, it was just an exchange. If the Lu family could be saved, it would not be a big deal. One second, two seconds, three seconds, what was expected did not come true. But a pair of warm hands took Fang Fei's hand and brought it to her lips for a gentle kiss, then wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. It seemed that "Don't be afraid, I have everything" echoed in her ears...
Dedicated to my grandmother, the love of her life…