A heavy rain broke out on the summer night when he was fifteen years old. Lin tightly grasped the half of the girl's left armband. At the moment when the gold was melted to cast the pen, the hot copper water eroded through the palms and felt emotional. Yunchen knelt in the center of the execution hall, with three green flame lotus petals on her lower back oozing with blood. The indigo was mixed with cinnabar. It was pricked by the leader himself. She lowered her eyes to thank her, but she could not lock the roots of the green lotus in her pupils.
Tempered by blood and fire for seven years, the massacre night at the age of twenty-two made Junchen's Narcissus Hall grow wildly in the concession and turned into a demon. When the twenty-four-year-old newspaper man held the pen against her throat, the Huangpu River was swallowing six hundred corpses wrapped with Narcissus roots... The so-called fate is the half of the armband hidden at the age of fifteen, the blood-stained account book at the age of twenty-two, the gradual confrontation at the age of twenty-four, and what will happen at twenty-seven?
Concept: Power and love and hate are born from the same root, like rusty bullets - the more you try to separate them, the more they will carve each other into your bones and blood.
