A young man from the south of the Yangtze River met a woman in white in the snowy plains of the far north.
It's bitterly cold in the far north and the snowfields are deserted.
The two of them accompanied each other, discussing the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and they seemed to be close friends.
A difference lasts for many years.
When they met again, the young man had already killed many demons for the demon hunter, and the sword she gave him was finally dyed red and dressed in white.
The sword is unsheathed, the grudge is unresolved, and the man sheds blood and tears.
It's another year of beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. The peach blossoms are ten miles away and I need to break off a branch.
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