In the northwest of Heshuo, mountain and stone are one. The prestigious Liu Clan is renowned for its Tyrant Blade.
Whenever Liu Nonghen recalls the first half of her life, she feels she was nothing but a coward through and through. Nothing makes a person feel more unwilling to accept their fate than watching their family fall apart and their loved ones die before their very eyes. Nothing causes more pain than seeing the people you love drift apart.
In the end, she chose to run away.
No matter how beautiful Yaoguang Altar was, it could never compare to the lively, iron-scented atmosphere of Fenglei Blade Valley. Everyone saw Yue Nonghen's calm composure, but who knew how carefree and happy Liu Nonghen was?
Born into a northern martial arts clan, she carried a heart full of passionate longing. Later, that deep affection was bestowed upon Luoyan Peak of the Haoran Alliance, becoming a pool of spring water that soothed the heart.
The maple leaves in Langyu Courtyard have turned red again, but she stopped drinking peach blossom wine long ago. Drinking always brings back memories, and too many memories make it hard to let go of the past.
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Sorry, I seem to have recognized the wrong person.
You actually updated it!!