Snowmang Sword

I want to have a kind of Jianghu, plain and affectionate. And when the figure of "Amang" appeared in my mind, I seemed to have a glimpse of her life, her love and hate. She did not really exist, but she seemed to come to me through the wind and snow of the Broken Yuchuan River. She told me her story with an indifferent expression, her clothes flying on the ground...