The Gentle and Gentle Young Master × Yinxiu, the orphan of the head of the Lingyun Sect
When Xin Caoji was sixteen, his aunt drove him to the river to do laundry. She accidentally slipped into the river and met a young man who extended his hand to her.
The young man pulled her up and saw that her face was covered with mud. He chuckled and took out a handkerchief embroidered with jasmine flowers from his arms and wiped it for her.
"Girl, you're blocking my way."
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She is the daughter of the former head of the Lingyun Sect, but because she was born with useless spiritual roots, she was not expected by her elders since she was a child. There was never a shortage of food and clothing, but no one ever really took her seriously.
When he was fifteen years old, his parents were assassinated while they were away. Everyone in the sect was in panic, and she heard a few words in the dark - revenge, full family, more than ten years ago...
Before she could think about it, she was secretly sent out of the sect by her grandfather and fostered in her aunt's house. Within half a year, the support there was cut off, and her life became increasingly difficult day by day.
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"What's your name?"
"Xin Cao Ke." She replied calmly with her eyes lowered, without any light in them.
The young man was silent for a moment.
"Which grass, which mustard?"
"Grass is the grass of weeds, and mustard is the mustard of grass mustard." He paused and added: "It's not the mustard of mustard, it's the mustard of grass mustard."
After saying that, she raised her eyes and looked into his eyes.
"What about you?"
The young man looked at the eyes in front of him and suddenly felt they were beautiful.
"Zhiye." He said.
"Which Ye?"
"Huohua Ye." He paused and his voice softened, "Ye means light."
Intention: A spiritual redemption that spans decades
