The snow was falling tightly, and the sky was covered with light gray. The dusk clouds hung down to the mountains in the distance.
Huang Xiaobei lay in the snow, his cheeks red from the cold, but his heart was rumbling with steam.
"Jianghu, Jianghu..." She muttered silently in a daze, these two words that were so unrestrained and far away made her young heart melt.
Along this way, there are winter nights of talking around the fire, rainy nights with swords and swords, the aroma of gambling books and splashing tea, and green hills with endless tombstones.
How will the story end?
Huang Xiaobei saw the setting red sun through the snow curtain.
Concept: How will the story end?