The Wind and Snow Never See the Wanderer Return

Tipsy Flower Shade

I still remember those youthful years, when fresh snow fell and plum blossoms defied the cold.

Pine and cypress trees wore silver, while the unpainted window framed a beauty smiling at the scene.

The cold moon shone on waters clear as autumn, but who could predict the turns of life?

In the quiet night, sleep would not come. A clear song drifted from upstairs, yet the beauty of my youth has faded.

The martial world has always been there. It has never been only about love, hate, and vengeance...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.