In the 19th century, in the small western-style buildings in the Jincheng Concession, stories were going on one after another, involving the lives of many people. There are no political mysteries or historical legends, just the lives of ordinary people in that era. The harm of the original family, the compromise in the historical trend, the distortion of personal character, and the interlocking hands of fate push everyone into the unknown abyss. Some people come out, and some people are trapped in that small foreign-style building forever. (The code is small and transparent. I solemnly write the words here just to give myself a reason to persist. There are still many shortcomings. I hope everyone will understand and provide valuable opinions and suggestions. Thank you!)
Intention: The hand of fate grabbed her throat. Alive, yet dead.