After My Master Died, I Realized It Too Late

One hundred years ago, on the night the meteor shower streaked across the sky, Jiang Fan asked her,

"Master, is there someone you like?"

"Yes."

"What is he like?"

His master fell silent, then after a moment said, "He's very resilient. He's endured hardship and despair, and climbed out of a darkness full of mire... I like his courage."

Jiang Fan: "So Master likes that type, huh~~"

One hundred years after his master's death,

her lost memories came flooding back.

Jiang Fan was shocked. "Wait, that's not right!"