The wind blows through lotus and willow,
As I travel the jianghu.
We are all people of the jianghu,
But we may walk together without sharing a blade.
Hu Dahua has drifted through the jianghu ever since she was a child, growing up alone.
You could say she was raised on the kindness of strangers.
She happened to come across the story of Liutiao Hutong, and she rather envied them.
Who would have thought that she would transmigrate there after falling asleep?
Now, let her find out what stories this bunch has to tell!
[Everyone, feel free to dive in. You can read it as a new story.]
The writing is not bad, but the previous memories seem a bit messy.