At the beginning of the neon of the city, a modern metropolis is like a brilliant jewel inlaid in the land of China. This is Nanjiang, a place full of opportunities and challenges, where dreams and reality are intertwined.
Zhao Yu, an ordinary young man, lives in an ordinary community in Nanjiang. His life is unremarkable, every **9 to 5, a fixed job, a fixed rhythm of life. However, the seemingly ordinary Zhao Yu has a secret that no one knows.
He was a swordsman, a swordsman who had inherited the ancient art of swordsmanship.
In Zhao Yu's hand, there is a sword, and this sword is called "I have a sword". This sword carries his dreams, his hopes, and his future.
The night in Nanjiang is always so beautiful, with the lights on and the traffic busy. Zhao Yu stood by the river, holding "I have a sword" in his hand, his eyes deep and mysterious.
Zhao Yu, have you already decided? Beside him, a man in a black trench coat asked. His eyes were full of complexity, but the expression on his face remained calm.
Zhao Yu didn't answer, just silently looked into the distance, where was the center of the Nanjiang River, where there was his goal.
Zhao Yu, are you really going to do this? The man asked again, with a tremor in his voice, as if he was afraid of something.
Zhao Yu still didn't answer, but just raised the sword in his hand, and the sword body reflected the light of the street lamp, flickering with cold light.
Zhao Yu, you can't do this, you will regret it. There was a hint of desperation in the man's voice, and he looked at Zhao Yu, as if he wanted to find a trace of hesitation and remorse in his eyes.
However, he was disappointed. Zhao Yu's eyes were firm, without a trace of wavering.
I have a sword, and I have no regrets. Zhao Yu finally spoke, his voice calm and firm.
The man looked at Zhao Yu, his eyes were full of pain and despair, but he knew that he couldn't change Zhao Yu's decision.
Zhao Yu, you will regret it. The man finally said, and then turned to leave, his figure fading into the night.
Zhao Yu looked at the man's back, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, but soon, he suppressed this trace of emotion.
I have a sword, and I have no regrets. Zhao Yu whispered again, and then, he turned around and walked towards the center of the Nanjiang River, his figure seemed so lonely and resolute in the night.
On this night, Zhao Yu's decision will change his life and the fate of the city.