In my previous life, my master took a fatal sword strike for me and her soul scattered. I searched for her for three hundred years, all to defy fate and change our destiny.
Reborn on the day I was to become her disciple, I trained with all my might, wanting only to protect her for the rest of her life. But in this life, my master was still as cold as frost, distant and indifferent toward me. Only when I was gravely injured and unconscious did she hold me, her hands trembling even as her voice remained cold: "Fool."
Later, I discovered that every night, after I fell asleep, she would quietly come to my room and use her spiritual power to nourish my meridians. She'd sit there all night. I pretended to be asleep and heard her whisper, "This time, let me protect you."
I thought I was the only one trying to save the other. I didn't know that my aloof master, who cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness, had long since planted the seeds of a heart demon. She showed no emotion, but secretly marked me with her spiritual power, drove away everyone who came near me, and sealed off the mountain with a sword formation just to keep me there.
She said, "Zhaozhao, if you dare to die alone, I'll go to the Demon Abyss and drag your soul back, seal it in the Frostglory Sword, and carry you with me day and night."
Coldness was just a shell; love was at the core. The more restrained someone was, the more wildly they lost control. The colder they were, the deeper they fell.
This time, let me protect you. Even if you've already grown sick with obsession, I'll gladly accept it.
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