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On Lingxiao Mountain lived an immortal who practiced the ruthless way. His magic power was so great that no one in the Six Realms dared to offend him. He only does two things every day: meditate and water a wild flower on the cliff.
That flower is me.
The flower I have been blooming for three hundred years finally took shape. He named me "A-Ling" - zero starting from zero. He taught me how to read, practice, and hold a sword, and raised me from a wild flower to a decent person. I thought days like this would last forever, until that woman came to my door.
"Your master cultivates the ruthless way," she looked at me with a smile, "do you think he will make an exception for you?"
Later, someone wanted to kill him, but I stood in front of him. When the petals were gone, I heard him call my name for the first time - not Ah Ling, but with a trembling voice.
Intention: Even if you are from a humble beginning, like a wild flower in the cracks of a rock, as long as someone is willing to water it and you are willing to take root, it will eventually grow into something that can rival the one you love.