It is said that a red capitalist in the Republic of China × a down-and-out famous lady in Shanghai's ten-mile foreign market, Mr. Liang's presence, is an extra bright light in the precarious situation. After hearing this, Liang Ting paused with the pen in his hand and smiled indifferently. Not long after the assistant left, Liang Ting's hand trembled as he wrote two or three words. No one would have noticed that Mr. Liang, who was rumored to be in Shanghai, had red eyes and whispered, "Ah Ci, are you happy now?" Jiang Yin first met Liang Ting on a stormy evening. The tall man, who was as tall as a pine tree and as tall as a bamboo, bent his back and threw himself on a small tombstone and cried uncontrollably. The profound and absolute sadness swept through his emotions, and Wen Ling was infected in an instant. At that time, she thought, he must be an important person. Later, she was determined to be an important person, so important that this person followed her for the rest of her life.
Intention: All kinds of love and all kinds of fate in the world should be borne by each one, without daring to complain or regret.