A very short short story
He and she met by a well in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
He is a young boy with weak legs, and she is a high-ranking martial artist.
She was not wrong, and neither was he.
But in the end, "If life is just like the first time we met, what's the matter with the autumn wind and the sad painted fan".
Between him and her, is it a passing of time or a joke of fate?
The long story of Yilanshi:
Intention: