The Cool and Aloof Master and Her Sickly, Green-Tea, Drama-Queen Disciple

When they first met, he lowered his beautiful, peach-blossom eyes, clutched the corner of her clothes, and asked timidly, “Big Sister, can I come with you?”

Later, she took him as her disciple.

He held her hand and looked at her pitifully. “Master won't leave me behind again, will you?”

He would gaze at her with shining eyes. “Master is my favorite person in the world.”

He would anxiously ask, “I'm more important to you than everyone else, right, Master?”

He would even throw little tantrums with her. “Who's more important to you, me or Senior Brother?”

She thought she'd simply picked up a clingy but innocent little fox with a tragic past.

She never expected that once the little fox dropped his act, he would turn out to be obsessive, cold, and almost completely devoid of human feeling.

He gripped her chin, his eyes filled with madness and stubborn determination, yet his voice was terrifyingly gentle. “Master, don't look at me like that. It makes me so sad.”

His cool fingers slowly traced her lips. “I love you so much, Master, but you hate me and don't care about me. At least you care about the people of Qingjing Sect, don't you?”