Letters exchanged once built the pure love of that era, but three years of war displaced everyone and separated them in the flames of war. Five years later, they met again by chance, but they were on opposite sides.
She is a newly graduated law student, a weakling in society, but a defender of the sacred legal society.
He was a powerful arms dealer and a powerful sanctioner, but he was criticized by her.
A cup of wine with peaches and plums in the spring breeze, and a lamp with ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes. Time has changed the appearance of the old streets, changed the names of the old cities, and changed the innocent children who were once close to each other in high school beyond recognition.
Where will they place that memory in the future? How can she protect the holy land in her heart when she is in crisis? . .
The story may be our past, with a few words vaguely recalling old Shanghai in the Republic of China and old images of London in the 17th century; the story may be our future, and the harsh rules of survival of the fittest seem to be an amplification of the people who are struggling to survive today.