The Camel Bells of the Silk Road

Where there are people, there is jianghu.

The good and evil of the jianghu are like colors all mixed together, impossible to distinguish clearly.

Human nature is so complex, like an old palette covered in layers of paint, all the colors hardened into one clump, impossible to make sense of.

There are too many things in life to get you down. The journey is as arduous as crossing a desert. When the exhausting trek becomes too much, take a break, eat some dry provisions, drink some water, play a tune, then keep going.

(Updates at 12:00 or 24:00 each day, one chapter a day. Please forgive me if I miss an update: I'm busy laying bricks and building a home. Love you.)

This book was originally titled Love Stirs with the Wind.