Hong Kong in 1990 was made of dark silk and satin, and Wen Jinyu embroidered her destiny stitch by stitch.
Huo Yanzhi, the sharpest blade in Xiangjiang, crushed cigarette butts with his fingertips, and sparks splashed into the night: "Miss Wen, fate is like a rusty bronze mirror, which cannot illuminate your ambition."
She tore the cheongsam into pieces, and blood stained the ledger red: "Mr. Huo, only when the mirror is broken can we see people's hearts clearly."
The heavy rain shattered the neon lights, and he held her wrist tightly at the pier: "Follow me."
Her smile was as thin as porcelain: "Inkstone, the blade hurts the most when it is hidden in tenderness."
——The lights of Victoria Harbor never sleep. Love is a poisonous blade that pierces the night.
Concept: Love in Ukiyo-e