Xiao Ming is always said to be like a little sun burning brightly. At the age of seventeen, the light in her eyes seems to melt away the cold winter. But no one knew that underneath that light was a mist that even she couldn't figure out - she couldn't remember where she came from, and there was always a pain in her chest that never ended, like duckweed being tossed by a strong wind, and she didn't even dare to think about it.
Until the master picked her up. The master taught her how to tighten her fists first, how to keep the warmth in her heart when she was treated well, and how the strong man should point his sword at the wolf instead of the cowering lamb. She thought that those hands could lead her to the place where the fog cleared, and that the love she had been taught could slowly warm up the pain in her chest.
But that day, she saw her master lying in a pool of blood.
Later, Xiao Ming would still smile at people, but the smile seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, afraid of breaking if touched. She no longer asked where she came from. Anyway, all the reasons could not compare with the unfinished instructions from the master when he closed his eyes. She locked the passion, vitality, and the gentleness her master taught her into the deepest part of her heart, and the key followed the master and was buried in the soil.
Some people say that she seems to have not changed, she is still the same girl who can pass the hand warmer; some people say that she has obviously changed, and the light in her eyes is a bit cold.
But no one in this world can see through the crying hidden in her smile like the master.
