When Xing Ye broke into the dressing room wearing an engagement suit, pinched Su Yijun's neck and asked "What do you want?"——
Su Yiyun's Dankou fingers touched the gun at his waist: "The young marshal said back then that he would kill all the unfaithful people in the world for me."
Suddenly there was a loud burst of gunfire outside the window, the theater lanterns were shattered by bullets, and red silk was flying like blood rain all over the sky.
Tsing Yi, the most popular girl in Shanghai, lost her voice at the warlord marshal's wedding banquet - this night, he wanted to sing his own drama.
"Young Marshal Xing, do you want to listen to "Farewell My Concubine"?" Su Yiyun smiled and pulled open her costume, revealing the bullet mark on her heart, "It's a pity that tonight -"
"Yu Ji wants to cut her own sword."
Intention: Don't sing Li Ci
