Yaochao has lost her memory.
She only remembers that she seems to be a cat: when she's hungry, she needs to eat; when she's sleepy, she needs to sleep; and when she sees something shiny, she can't look away.
To get by, she sneaks into a cultivation sect as a disciple, planning to steal some pills and run.
But on her very first day, the cold and aloof master sets his eyes on her.
She thinks he's going to expose her, beat her to death, and kick her out of the sect.
Instead, he gives her dried spirit fish, lays out a soft cushion, and comes to her window at night to watch her sleep.
She thinks he's up to no good, has ulterior motives, and plans to fatten her up before killing her.
Instead, he has waited millions of years, just for the chance to see her return and stroke her head once more.
Later, her memories return, and she remembers how she lost her soul for his sake in her previous life.
With red-rimmed eyes, she asks him, “Was it worth it, all for me?”
He reaches out and gently wipes the tear from the corner of her eye. The faintest smile curves his lips.
“Shuanghui,” he calls her by her true name, his voice as gentle as if soothing a frightened kitten.
“Do you know what the Dao is?”
She shakes her head.
He draws her into his arms, rests his chin on the crown of her head, and closes his eyes.
“You are my Dao.”
#The aloof immortal venerable is live-streaming his cat-petting#
#I steal things and you cover for me, this master-disciple relationship is getting sweet#
#In our past life you protected me for all eternity, in this life I'll cherish you forever#
