However bright the moon over Kunlun, it cannot pierce the night over Qianjiang. However fierce the winds of Nanjiang, they cannot disperse the mist over the Qianling Mountains. His roots lie in the Gobi; her soul belongs to the mountains. Between their two great mountains lies a chasm of fate that cannot be crossed. When the sandstorm urges him to return, when the waters of Qianjiang carry her longing, and the damp mist of the rainy season still lingers, the mountains are high and the waters far. The Kunlun moon still shines over Nanjiang, but it can never reach the open window.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
