[A classic wuxia tale by Gu Yan master Shisi Lang, brimming with the spirit of the martial world, justice among mortals, noble courage, and the tangled passions of love and hate.] Too young to know sorrow, she was like a clear, carefree breeze, roaming wherever she pleased through the treacherous martial world. To her, life was wonderfully simple: food to eat, a place to sleep, someone to talk to, scenery to admire, and countless things she had never seen or learned waiting to be discovered. She feared neither hardship nor pain, put love and longing aside, and swore to inherit the world-famous Zhan Chun Sword and make her mark. Only after losing that young man did she understand how unpredictable life could be, and that deep love rarely lasts. The road ahead stretched on. Should she leave all her sorrow behind and retire with a wandering swordsman? Or cherish the memories of her youth and let the rain fall as she went her own way? Looking back on the past, overwhelmed by countless feelings, she could only say: Back then, I was young, in my thin spring clothes.
