After the battle between immortals and demons, the Sword Master disappeared without a trace.
In the mortal world, there is a girl with white hair and white eyes, A-chan.
She is deaf and mute, neither cries nor laughs, nor is she afraid.
The townspeople tried to bully her, scold her, and throw stones at her, but she was unaware and remained in a daze.
Gradually, some people called her a fool to her face, while others called her evil behind her back.
She didn't care at all, she just looked forward to the night so she could have a dream.
There was a white figure in the dream. It was far away and its face could not be seen clearly.
But she knew the man was watching her.
Just this one thought was enough to get her through another day of headache.
——
The town is not peaceful, and there are often rumors of monsters attacking people.
Everyone was panicked, saying that this was Achan's fault, and wanted to burn her to sacrifice to heaven.
On the torture rack, the fire was blazing.
She didn't struggle or scream, she just looked at the fire quietly——
After being burned to death, the headache will stop hurting.
It's just that dream... I couldn't see the face clearly after all.
She closed her eyes.
"Absurd!" The sword light split the flames.
Someone stepped on the fire, wearing white clothes and cold eyebrows.
He cut the rope with his sword, took her into his arms, looked down at the burns on the side of her neck, and frowned.
Achan stared at his face.
Shadowy, like, but not like.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out of her throat, and she just looked at him.
Without looking at her again, he turned and said something to the townspeople.
She saw his back standing in front of her, with a few ash splattered on his white clothes.
——
Later she found out that his surname was Gu, and he was a monk who came to solve the evil problem.
He rescued her, but did not let her go. He only said that he lacked a maid to serve pen and ink, and asked her if she would like it.
Achan nodded.
She didn't know anything, but he didn't seem to care and took her with him wherever he went.
Sometimes he would stare at her, his eyes deep, with some inexplicable meaning.
She looked back, and he smiled again and said warmly: "What do you want to eat, A-chan?"
She shook her head.
He wasn't upset, so he went to buy two steamed buns and stuffed one into her hand.
She held the warm steamed bun in her hand but didn't eat it, just looked at his back.
He doesn't look much like the man in the dream.
The dream was colder, as noble as snow.
And the person in front of me...
Like water, it is warm and hot, yet fleeting.
——
At night, Achan had that dream again.
The white figure still stood in the distance, like snow and fog.
She struggled to see his face.
But this time, the face shook and turned into the outline of the person during the day.
Her eyes shot open.
The moonlight outside the window is cold, and the person next door must be asleep.
She lowered her head and looked at the palm of her hand.
Nothing.
But at that moment, she clearly felt——
A strong force condensed from the palm of her hand.
Male Cleansing / Drama and Emotions 50/50
(The author is preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination and is expected to open this QVQ after the postgraduate entrance examination)
Purpose: Pursuit of self
