He faked his death for three years and returned with a blood feud, only to find that he was still his weakness.
In the twenty-third year of the Republic of China, the winter in Jinmen was deep.
When Fu Jincheng walked into the theater stepping on the unmelted snow, "The Story of the Hosta" was being sung on the stage.
The actor was in a moon-white costume, with sleeves as thick as snow. The actor had a cinnabar mole at the end of his eye, which was as red as the undried blood from the battle of Luanhe three years ago.
——It's Shen Ruonan.
The commander of the 7th Division who should have died on the battlefield.
The person whose relics he had collected with his own hands.
"Three years no see, Fu Jincheng——"
"You learned how to point a gun at the officer."
Arms smuggling case, special high school spies, division headquarters ghosts... After playing a game of chess for three years, Shen Ruonan returned from playing chess, murdering every step of the way.
And Fu Jincheng found that he was still the most critical piece on the chessboard.
"Bring me the real defense map."
"If you are late for one second, I will print the love letter you wrote three years ago into leaflets and scatter them all over Nanjing."
Old grudges have not disappeared, but new grudges have arrived.
This scene will eventually end in blood.
——
"You owe me your life."
"Yeah, so I'll pay you back now."
Purpose: Love life