[Master, do you think this snow lotus looks like the sincerity you have never believed in?
She is the coldest moon in Qinghui Mountain, with frost on her fingertips and reason in her eyes. When her apprentice knelt down, she always looked down at him - at the snow falling in his hair, at his warm smile when he handed over the soup, at the right softness at the end of his eyes when he softly called "Master".
She thought he was innocent and innocent, but she didn't know that there was a poisoned knife hidden in the young man's sleeve, and the gentleness in his eyes was filled with fire that started a prairie fire. He swept the snow in front of her steps and remembered when she liked to lean on the railing to look at the clouds; he tried herbs for her and found out where her meridians were most afraid of cold.
"Master, it's windy outside." He gathered her robe, his fingertips brushed the jade bracelet on her wrist, and smiled innocently.
And when she turned around, she didn't see his eyes looking at her back, which were already so dark that they could swallow the entire moonlight of Qinghui Mountain——
The rationality you want, I pretend to be meek for you; but the thing you don't want, I insist on stealing. Stealing the frost on the tip of your eyebrows, stealing the warmth in your heart, until you are finally willing to look back and see the true face of this "good apprentice".
The cold, gentle and rational master × Bai Qiehei's 'good' apprentice
Intent: The imaginary era