The Fragrance of Books, the Warmth of Jade, the Sword's Chill

The fragrance of books, warm jade, a sword faintly cold; a white-robed dark horse rides out of the southern frontier.

As snow dances on the rising wind, two travelers fly side by side. Hand in hand, they return together, their love stretching on.

He is a refined young gentleman, handsome as jade, who roams the world with sword in hand. She is a spirited young woman, her sharp eyes like blades, who rides through the martial world. When they meet, will it be a bloody clash of grudges between sword and blade, or a tangled tale of love and hate amid wind and snow? Come and see: the stories of mortal life, the joys and sorrows of the human world, all written on a blank page of fate.