A true knight-errant should carry a three-foot blade, taking pleasure in repaying kindness and settling scores. A true knight-errant should also sit among the apricot trees, tending the sick and helping the people.
A doctor with a few stories of his own, hidden away in the busy city, and a swordsman with a few stories of his own, bound to the blade. They meet, part, meet again, and part again: first separated by life and death, then by the divide between black and white, and finally by the sun and the moon. They go from needing to be together just to lean against a wall and rest, to both knowing, clear-eyed, that after they part, there will be someone waiting through the snowy night to brush the frost and snow from their clothes when they come home.
How wonderful, something to envy but not dare ask for, something you could never have even if you did ask.
Jianghu chivalrous romance stories are the most difficult to write, but the writing style is good and the story is enticing. Keep up the good work!