"Ask the world what love truly is, that parting souls can ne'er cast off. Cut it, it stays tangled; trim it, it wanders back—easing from the brow, yet weighing on the heart."
Muyin lightly brushed her jade flute with her fingertips, the clear, mournful notes spilling forth like flowing water, sending layer upon layer of ripples through the gloomy Sword Grave.
This jade flute was a parting gift from Alin. Carved from the finest, smoothest jade, it felt warm to the touch—though she had never known where Alin managed to find it.
Chapter 121