The Blades May Break, but Love Will Never End

Adapted from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber From south of the river, the reeds look toward the north, where letters from the geese grow scarce. If only they could rival jade-white bones and icy beauty. Endless leaves fall with a rustle, while clear winds drift gently through the rain. Epigraph When life beyond the frontier turns out not to be as wonderful as imagined; when that one glance beneath Shaoshi Mountain proves to be a final farewell; when longing, growing day by day, ends in death by depression; when a moment’s impulse, born of ridiculous pride, brings a lifetime of regret; when one missed chance becomes a lifelong sorrow: if I could start over, this time I would never let go of your hand.