The first time I met her was on a snowy night in Wudang Mountain. Her plain white dress was stained with thirteen sword marks, but she still jumped from the cliff with the gilt box in her arms. The sound of silver bells in her hair woke up the jade cicada I was guarding on my chest - it was stuffed by my master before he died, saying that seeing this cicada was like seeing the master of Wudang.
Intention: The most painful thing in the world is being destined but not sharing it