I am the master of Yunshuang Pavilion. I have been with the breeze for hundreds of years, and the sword spike is always cold. But on the day she stepped on the morning dew and entered the pavilion, she was confused.
When I was teaching her how to wield a sword, I deliberately stopped my fingers for half a minute to feel the warmth of her palm. Every morning, I quietly placed dewdrops condensed with morning mist on her window sill to help her adjust her breathing. Even when she was practicing swordplay late at night, I would stand on the porch with my clothes on, accompanying her until the moonlight dimmed and the shadow of the sword gradually faded.
Finally, she came with the apprenticeship post in her hands, her eyes full of respect, but when I looked at the post, I just wanted to tear up the identity of the master - maybe, I wanted her to understand that Yunshuang Pavilion not only has sword energy, but also me who is waiting for her to return and wants to watch the morning mist side by side with her...
