
Lone Guest Not Sent
by Red Cassava
About This Novel
The family letter in Xiao Hanyu's arms was never sent. He forgot how many places he had traveled, he only remembered that it was extremely long. That night, wind and snow swallowed up Qingyang Town. He walked into a dilapidated inn with half a roof. I planned to just make do with it until dawn, but I ran into a group of swordsmen surrounding a young girl holding an old baggage. He took action, not for the sake of justice, but because the things in the bag reminded him of the past that he could never go back to. Burning knives and strong liquor went down the throat, and family letters turned to ashes in the light. Xiao Hanyu thought that he would finally be buried like ashes by this heavy snow. However, the sound of horse hooves shattered the silence - a man who should have died long ago appeared at the end of the wind and snow, riding a black horse and carrying two silver-patterned swords. An old friend came, bringing with him the grudges from ten years ago. "Aren't you dead?" "If I come, you won't survive." The wind and snow haven't stopped yet, but the swords are already clanging. The man who just wanted to die drunk in the winter had to draw his sword again.
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