In the middle of the Republic of China, in addition to people's newly liberated minds, the trend of the times was also surging. Old Shanghai, that prosperous but somewhat lonely city, was performing scenes of joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows every day. Some people were spending time and drinking, some were feeling lost, some were flattering, and some were rushing to make a living.
Love is a sad and melancholy topic.
What I described, what I thought was love, was precisely the truest, most beautiful, and saddest thing of that era...