After the Qin family was destroyed, Chu Pingjiang disappeared in a bombing. The once noblest red rose on the beach followed a large group of escapees and experienced countless hardships.
She did not know where she was going. After a few months, Qin Manyue, a woman from Jiangnan who grew up by the Huangpu River, arrived at the northern mountains that she had never thought of in her life.
The young, beautiful, and even vain and fragile Qin Manyue had obtained the most precious faith in her life in this poor and backward place.
The long whistle interrupted Qin Manyue's thoughts. After two years, Shanghai still looked prosperous. There was an endless stream of people coming and going at the docks. The familiar soft words made one cry.
Qin Manyue picked up the mirror and tidied up her exquisite makeup before slowly getting off the boat with a small umbrella.
