I love watching the author build a prosperous world describing old Shanghai during the Republic of China. And the stories they wrote were touching, physically and emotionally painful. It wasn't until I returned to the Republic of China that I discovered that the prosperity of Shanghai only belonged to the capitalists and the powerful class, never to the majority of the people. Especially on the person I have soul-pierced. A lowly prostitute from a bacon hut. Just when I was confused and desperate, waiting to die, I learned the year. In the thirty-seventh year of the Republic of China, January 1949, there were still five months left before the People's Liberation Army liberated Shanghai.
