Reborn, I’m Done with My Aloof Master

She calls out, “Qing Ci, I was wrong,” but never sees the sword tassel beneath his pillow.

Her tearful pleas of “Come back” fill the mountain gate, but cannot undo two lifetimes of coldness caused by his misplaced trust. As he descends the mountain, even the dew on the bluestone steps is warmer than his master’s “tenderness.”