No One Should Touch Jiang Cailian

She is a bit of cold wind in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, carrying the sins and regrets of her parents. He was a lonely sword in the wind and snow in northern Xinjiang. The edge of the sword was pointed at her, but it could not pierce the frost that had already condensed in her heart. He is as young and frivolous as the spring wind, the least innocent victim, trying to fill this bottomless abyss with pure love. He chased her back, but was crushed in the intertwining of love and hate, becoming the most silent sacrifice in this feud between family and country. The fate of the three people is like a broken picture, entangled with family hatred, national hatred and personal love, and finally turns into a silent snow, covering all the pain and regret.