Five years ago, on a snowy night, I picked up a young boy from a pile of dead people. Name him, teach him how to practice swordsmanship, and watch him grow up day by day.
He is well-behaved and docile, and he only has eyes for me. I thought it was just dependency.
But gradually, his eyes changed. The approach has also changed. He started doing things that caught me off guard.
The boy I raised seems to want more than just a senior brother.
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The emotional line is slow but chewy, and the details are poignant. I recommend it to those who like to read master-disciple stories.
The emotional line is slow but chewy, and the details are poignant. I recommend it to those who like to read master-disciple stories.