My Junior Sister Is Cold by Nature, Yet She Only Gets Close to Me

That winter, Master brought home a little girl. She was barely a year old, unsteady on her feet, babbling her first words, and unable to care for herself. Senior Brother had to enter seclusion. Second Senior Sister needed to focus on her cultivation. So the burden of raising the child naturally fell to me, the third disciple. Master also said that at their age, other young men were full of ambition, eager to roam the world. But all I did was tend flowers and plants, and I couldn't even be bothered to practice. When my fellow disciples and I went out to gain experience, everyone came back with worldly insights: the trials of mortal life, carefree wanderings, and the endless cycle of earthly affairs. But every time I returned to the sect, I brought back a pile of pastries. Because no matter how often they told me not to, I never changed...