[Swordsmanship + Traditional Fantasy + One Heroine]
What is the jianghu?
It is entering the jianghu for the first time to attend a bloody birthday feast.
It is sharing fine wine with a heroic companion of the jianghu.
It is the white-robed young gentleman, fan in hand, standing beneath the clear breeze and bright moon.
It is a silhouette against the sun rising over the sea.
It is a horse, a sword, and a jug of wine, composing a song beneath the endless sky.
It is one person, one tree, and one old lock, yet the jianghu’s partings and reunions can never be severed.
It is the cup of tea that never arrives in the teahouse.
It is the Jiangnan flowers, their shadows sparse and slanting.
It is regret and remorse, as one sits in quiet reflection before the Buddhist pavilion.
It is one winter solstice after another, and those people never came back.
It's not too much to give myself five stars!