A Few Autumns in Jingzhou

That winter, Su Nian nearly died in the snowstorm at Jialan Temple.

In her despair, she clung tightly to someone's robe.

From then on, for years to come, for the rest of her life, there was only that one person.

A shrewd yet seemingly foolish ordinary girl and a gentle, refined, lovesick male lead.

This is my first time writing, so the prose is amateurish. I'm a beginner, so come take a look, come have a look