It was a beautiful time in spring, with swallow grass like silk and catkins flying all over the sky...
Fourteen-year-old Murong Qingming, riding a horse chasing the wind, met Hua Chen, a twelve-year-old boy who was as clear and arrogant as morning dew at the end of a creek with warm spring breeze...
Relaxing and sweet ancient martial arts novels, I am worried about whether to classify them as childhood sweethearts, happy enemies, or a soft spot...