Master! I Was Wrong, Please Understand Me...

"The cold, sick and dull master × the paranoid disciple who carries hatred back in time" Lily-Master-Disciple Love-Zhuishi Crematorium-Shizunjie Note: The background of the fictional world of cultivating immortals - many private settings - please do not delve into it - long and slow reading ———— Qi Guan Shu still remembers the last glance Master Qi Nian Nian gave her. The eyes were soaked with blood, and the dried tears at the ends of the eyes condensed into fine grains of salt. The lips moved, but no more words could be uttered. Qi Guanshu knelt beside her, holding her fingers that were getting colder. At that moment, he finally saw clearly - the master's ten fingertips were all covered with old wounds and new calluses, all traces left behind when he shielded her from disaster and stayed up late to copy spells for her. Just like in the previous life. But she had never seen it before. Her eyes were always glued to her junior sister. ———— In order to have a new life, Qi Guan Shu burned his position as the Demon Lord, scattered all his cultivation, and opened a crack against the torrent of time. She gritted her teeth and told herself: This time, she would protect her junior sister and stay away from that cold and heartless master. She hates Qi Niannian. I hate her eyes that are always downcast and unwilling to look at her. He hated her unshakable determination when she expelled him from the clan. He hated her even more - if it weren't for her selfishness, her most beloved junior sister wouldn't have died just like that. She still can't forget the cold eyes the master looked at her when her identity as a demon was revealed, and the unshakable determination when he expelled her from the sect. After all, she hated her master - Qi Niannian. In other words, she hated her master to death. But after she truly came back to life, she found that everything seemed to have changed. When she actually pushed open the old wooden door, Master Qi Niannian was squatting in front of the stove, with his back to her, clumsily chopping green onions with his own spiritual sword. There was a bowl of clear noodle soup on the stove. Although the noodle soup didn't look amazing, it looked good. She suddenly remembered that every time she was wronged and cried in her previous life, there would always be a bowl of green onion noodles on the table for no apparent reason. She never cared about who made it, thinking it was a routine charity from the sect kitchen, but it tasted pretty good. Later she discovered that everyone in the sect knew that the master favored her. But she was the only one who didn't know. When everyone in the sect was talking about her, she would always hold her sword and stand upright to fight for her injustice. It looked like a kitten with exploded fur. Later, she was punished and lay on the couch. She tossed and turned in pain late at night and could not sleep. Half asleep and half awake, she felt someone lift the corner of the quilt, dipped the cold fingertips in ointment, and applied it bit by bit on her bruised back. The hands were shaking violently, and the force was so light that they were afraid of breaking her. After applying the medicine, they had to blow gently on the wound. He will protect her from disasters when she breaks through; he will appear to protect her as soon as she encounters danger; every time she goes on a mission, Master will accompany her, and the first thing he thinks about when he gets the natural treasures is when she can use them, and prepares them for her, instead of hiding them quietly by himself. She never argued, never explained, never spoke. She just did everything silently, and then retreated to the corner, like a quiet shadow. Qi Guanshu never looked back to see the expression on that shadow - was he disappointed, sad, or had he been used to it for a long time. She only remembered that before her master died, his skinny hands were holding her sleeves, his nails were embedded in the fabric, and his eyes were filled with tears but they refused to fall. She stared at Qi Guan Shu's face for a long, long time, so long that Qi Guan Shu didn't dare to look at her. Finally, Qi Niannian let go of her hand, turned away, and said in a voice as soft as a piece of ice about to break: "Qi Guan Shu, I'm so tired... It hurts." "If there is a next life..." Her voice was choked, and her tears finally slipped down and hit the blood-stained pillow. "I don't want to be your master anymore." "I don't want to... Like you anymore." Qi Guanshu knelt in front of her body, pressing his forehead against the cold edge of the bed, whimpering like a beast from his throat. She was wrong. She was wrong from beginning to end. What she owed her master in her past life and this life has long been repaid. ———— Did she do it on purpose? She just wants to embarrass herself, doesn't she? No... It's not that she didn't say it. She just... Won't say it. No one taught her how to speak, and no one accompanied her in her lonely childhood. Her mouth was clumsy, her tongue seemed to be frozen, and all the words were stuck in her throat. She rolled them over and over a thousand times, and finally all she spat out was a dry "um". She seemed to have never really understood her master from beginning to end. She even forgot that she was picked up by Master. That year the snow was so heavy that it buried her knees. She huddled in the haystack of the ruined temple and had a high fever. A pair of cold hands covered her forehead while she was dazed. She struggled to open her eyes and saw a thin young woman squatting in front of her, her lips turned purple from the cold, but she picked her up from the ground. The embrace was so thin that it was so warm that tears welled up in her eyes. The master brought her back to the sect, raised her, taught her how to read and practice, and always led her ahead when going on missions. The elixir refined for her, the hard work for her to enter the master's door, and the punishment for her to kneel in front of the sect master's hall. Master took her with him wherever he went, as if he was carrying a beloved thing that was afraid of breaking. But she forgot all about it. Forgot the lamp that always stayed on for her until dawn, the hand that taught her to hold the sword and write, and the Master's hesitant eyes when he looked at her back. Because her eyes were always looking away. ——Master, I was wrong. Really wrong. I shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have done it, it's all my fault. Please, please pay attention to me, please? Open your eyes and look at me, okay? Master... ———— ——Master, if you are not in good health, then I will search for famous doctors all over the world and treasures from heaven and earth to cure your body. ——Master, you love to eat, then I will search for the best cooks in the world, study hard, cook for you personally, and raise you to be fat and white. ——Master, if you are stupid and don't like to talk, then just talk to me. I am happy to listen to whatever you say, as long as you are willing to speak. ——Master, if you care about face, then you should stand high and I will bow down to you. ——Master... ——Master—— ——Master, please open your eyes and look at me, okay? I beg you. ——Master, you clearly don't like me, you are clearly cold and stubborn, you clearly care about the world... Why... You want to die for me! ——Master, I'm here to see you again. You see, it's your favorite winter again... But this winter, it doesn't seem to like you. ———— Zhao Ling'er stared at the data on the system panel and dug her fingernails into her palms: "System, please explain to me clearly - what does it mean that my target's favorability towards me is 99% -" "As for her 'annoying master'——" Her eyes widened and she read word by word: "The favorability is 100%." "Hate... Is also 100%." Zhao Ling'er laughed, her voice cold: "Are you kidding me?" The system was silent for a long time. The numbers on the panel suddenly began to beat wildly, and the characters were distorted, blurred, and reorganized. [Recalculating——] [Unknown variable detected——] [Variable name: Qi Niannian. [Note: The unknown variable has been separated from the system data calculation. The panel suddenly went black. Zhao Ling'er stared at the dark screen and suddenly felt a chill running down her spine. ———— Snow is falling outside the window. The winter that Master loves most is here again. "Master, winter is coming again..." Intention: When time goes back to the past, belated love and regret come slowly. Misunderstandings lead to irreversible tragedies. Even if we try our best to make up for it, some regrets will never be rewritten. Cherishing the people in front of you is what the story leaves the world to think about.