Master, Please Accept Your Disciple's Kiss

I still remember: when she was deep in her cups at Wangyou Valley, she knew the moment she first saw him. Those eyes, she'd seen them in a dream, and could never forget them.

I still remember: in front of Moon Laurel Mountain, she asked, "Having seen such a beautiful view, what are your thoughts?"

He scratched his head, gazing only at her as a blush crossed his face. "Master, this disciple has none."

She asked, "Why is that?"

He fell silent for a moment, then spoke softly. "Because this beautiful view is not even one hundredth as beautiful as you, Master."

Hearing this, she reached out with her slender hand and pinched his ear, but joy shone in her eyes.

And from the moment he held his master's delicate hand, he never wanted to let go for the rest of his life.