For Xianglan Yuyang, Li Hanyan is a hazy figure walking through the misty rain in the sky, as quiet and silent as the morning mist in early spring.
For Fan Mengxi, Li Hanyan is the cold eyes looking back through the bustling crowd, as cold and stunning as broken emerald beads.
For Yiren, Lihanyan is the lonely shadow cast when staring at the cold water of the river, as lonely and expectant as the hazy river surface.
To Gong Lianchen, Li Hanyan was a weak young man who knelt in front of the grave and cried loudly, as pure and sad as the falling drizzle.
For Fan Lingye, Li Hanyan was the brilliant sword energy that passed by in the cold night, the cold hands that hugged him on the boat, and the green eyes that left him with the first smile... It was the love affair between him and them...