There's a sect in a mountain valley.
My master founded the sect.
My master eats plain food every day.
I feel bad for him,
so I secretly sneak out to pick up trash and sell it for money.
But then the young master of that immortal sect laughs at me.
One day,
I see the young master in our sect.
I secretly tug on my master's sleeve and complain to him about the young master.
But the young master actually kneels before my master to apologize.
Only later do I find out
that my master isn't poor at all. He's incredibly rich.
Only later do other people tell me
that the powerful figures of all six realms are my master's disciples.
Only later do I remember
that even though my master eats simply, he's never let me go without anything I need.
Easygoing, doting older-top x thoughtful little sweetheart bottom
Mutual devotion, spoiling each other, raising a child, age gap
Synopsis written on 2025.1.4
Theme: Trust
