Frost Bridge and Cold Dew in Jiangnan Spring

Spring in the south of the Yangtze River has always been the most moving scenery in the world. The spring breeze is gentle, the spring light is warm, and the crystal clear lake water is there. Everything is as peaceful as a dream. In a few years, the world will forget everything that has happened. And the only one that can be praised forever is Jiang Nanchun. A man is walking along the riverside, dressed in white. The hem of the clothes and the sword are slowly swaying in the wind. There are a few faint traces of sadness on the long sword in his hand. But that story, which the world will soon forget, is an eternal mark in his heart. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.