Her master announced that he would enter seclusion for three years, leaving the sect’s affairs in the hands of his eldest disciple. That night, Su Yunxian had a dream. In it, her junior sister wore only a thin inner robe and obediently let her dry her wet hair. She lifted her clear eyes and softly said, “Senior Sister, I’m cold.”
When Su Yunxian woke, she stared at the bed curtains and silently recited a mind-clearing mantra. She made up her mind: for the next three years, she would be a proper person.
But after only three days of being proper, she noticed that her junior sister seemed to be looking at her with a hint of curiosity lately. Maybe. Probably…
(In fact, Jiang Huaixue was thinking: Why has Senior Sister been avoiding me so much lately? Have I done something wrong?)
Let me go, pure love can save you