Lotus Shines on the Snow

The wind and waves recede from the cliffs of the East China Sea, and the poison of green tea is gone. There is a young man named Li Wei in the Jiangnan water town, and his distant cousin Li Lianhua who laughs at everyone. The two of them raised dogs and grew vegetables, and they could fight for a long time on the street for a penny of vegetable prices. The peaceful days were burned through by a late-night fire. Li Wei fell in a pool of blood, clutching half of the fragments of the massacre of the Li family in his hand. The wooden sword was replaced by a slicing neck, and Li Xiangyi's robe was put on his shoulders again. This time, it is not for the sake of the world, but to protect shortcomings.