She said the snow was as fine as flowers, so she picked spring flowers from the south of the Yangtze River and placed them gently in her ears.
She said that the river was like poetry, so she would paddle her boat at night and take her through the hills and find ravines.
She said that the years were boring, so she took her to travel all over Jiuzhou and enjoy all of China.
"Awan."
She called her, and her red clothes were blown up by the wind, making a hunting sound.
She looked back and ran into her smiling eyes as soft as the March rain.
Zhu Lingwan thought, how could there be someone who is as strong as a thousand-year-old rock peak and as soft as a jade tree?
"I seem to have found my own sword heart."
She was stunned, chuckled, and stopped playing the piano.
"I seem to have found my own Zheng Xian."
The cold sword was as bright as the moon when it was unsheathed, cutting off the years in the world, and also cutting off the strings in her heart.
Aoxue Lingshuang The Musical Master x The Chivalrous Swordsman
Intention: growth