These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Besides, winter has already arrived.

Lu Qingyan put on a white dress with sleeves, her long hair slightly damp. She walked from the first floor to the second floor, her inner energy drying her damp hair.

So much so that it could soar through the air with her footsteps.

The moonlight did not reach the corridor, and the entrance was pitch black.

Lu Qingyan gently pushed open the door and heard the sound of cold wind rushing into the room, as well as even breathing.

Lu Qingyan was momentarily lost in thought. When she turned her head, she saw the boy sleeping on his side on her bed, his head resting on his pillow.

Moonlight shone through the window, making his face appear and disappear in the shadows.

Lu Qingyan walked over, wanting to wake him up. This wasn't the bed he should be sleeping in, but when she got to the side and saw his shoulder with its scabbed scars still showing, she couldn't help but sigh silently.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his closed-eye face.

Seeing this face, a face that has matured and shed its youthful immaturity, Lu Qingyan would think of many things.

The first time this boy held a sword was with a wooden one that he himself had given him.

He was very young that year, and he picked up a sword because of hatred.

It is full of flaws and weaknesses.

He was thin, but the fire in his heart made him dazzling and impossible to ignore.

The first time he practiced swordsmanship, he was panting heavily from day to night, and then collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. Lu Qingyan would tell him about it.

"The first time is mainly about getting familiar with things; you don't need to work that hard. One day of hard work won't make you strong."

He would ask himself, "What if I did this every day?"

So he really did it every day.

He was taciturn and naturally aloof.

It seems that all her time is spent practicing swordsmanship, and she doesn't seem to have time to play like a child of the same age. Lu Qingyan doesn't know how to interact with children, and this is her first time being a teacher. What special qualities does she have?

She simply watched as the boy practiced his sword day after day, getting his clothes soaked with sweat and his body covered in wounds.

However, his stagnant cultivation level and his increasingly handsome face led others to believe that he was just an ignorant and useless good-for-nothing.

Lu Qingyan actually cares a lot about these things.

But he would tell himself, "Isn't it better than them thinking that I've tried so hard and still end up like this?"

This was the first time Lu Qingyan had ever heard of someone mocking themselves in this way.

Then things changed. It was as if he suddenly had an epiphany, or rather, God finally took notice of him.

From the sect competition to the battle against Lu Chenzong Yuan Jiacao, and then to surviving the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

It all seemed like a miracle.

It was just one small miracle after another that turned into an ever-growing miracle.

Lu Qingyan noticed his growth, but also sensed his unfamiliarity. So unfamiliar that it seemed as if Wei Tu was a soaring eagle, ready to fly away from her at any moment and soar into a wider sky.

This seems normal... Every young child will become a hero who overcomes all obstacles.

The guides who led them down this path will become the pine trees lining the road, or the obstacles they will eventually overcome.

Lu Qingyan wanted to reach out and touch his delicate face, her heartbeat calm and steady.

However, they still took it back.

Now that he's using this kind of method to 'help' himself, is he still his own apprentice?

Lu Qingyan had a complex mix of emotions.

I feel a little regretful that he is my apprentice, but I also can't bear the thought that he is not my apprentice.

She couldn't bear to wake the boy, thinking that he must be very tired by now.

Lu Qingyan thought for a moment, then took the thin blanket and covered the boy with it.

Then he knelt down by the bed and took off his shoes and socks, doing these things as if he had returned to when he was a very young child.

Some of the things I did actually felt somewhat familiar.

And now, this boy actually made her blush, thinking of the earlobe he had bitten and the slender waist he had held.

Lu Qingyan thought for a moment, closed the window, then took off her shoes and got into bed. She lay on her side on the inside, looking at the boy's black hair and watching his body rise and fall gently with his breath.

Time is long.

But when I think about spending time together, it feels so short.

He was going to the Shang Kingdom and seemed to be returning soon, but it was as if it were a sign that he would be going out more and more frequently in the future, until even the vast Yuanjian Sect could not restrain his wings.

Has it really come to the point where every glance is one less chance to see each other?

Lu Qingyan opened her eyes, rested her head on her arm, looked at his back, and smelled his scent.

However, there was a small distance between them.

She could take it for granted that she would shower him with concern and care.

To boss people around.

But even a hug has to be done with caution.

Perhaps this is all part of the plan. Once you've become master and apprentice, once you've become family, don't think about anything else.

I've gotten used to life on Xiaoyuan Peak for so long, it might be hard to adapt to anything else... I'm even a little scared.

Lu Qingyan laughed.

A soft murmur.

"Leave me later... later."

It seems like it will happen on a stormy night.

Or he might disappear on some lush, green morning.

When you realize that the weeds in the yard haven't been trimmed in a long time and the stove in the kitchen hasn't been lit in a long time, it may be the best farewell you can give yourself.

Lu Qingyan is not good at thinking about these things; she always feels that thinking about them too much will make her weak.

They are even less adept at caring about someone; all the things they care about are weaknesses.

Perhaps what I should do is make it a habit.

"I will not leave you."

It felt like the warmth was blowing into the room with an invisible breeze.

The sound filled the void in my heart.

Without turning his back, he spoke softly, as if in a dream.

Lu Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

Then he gave a wry smile.

"Pretending to be asleep is not a good thing for a child."

It was as if her previous murmurs were just a dream, something she had never actually said aloud.

The boy, whose back was to her, continued speaking.

"It's not that I was pretending to be asleep, it's just that I woke up when Master went to bed."

"Then you won't tell me?"

"I'm afraid my master will kick me out."

"Hehe, if you're tired, just sleep here. Why would we kick you out?"

"But then I wouldn't have the chance to sleep with my master."

"you……"

Lu Qingyan was taken aback by the other person's words and stared blankly at their retreating figure.

So much so that when Wei Tu moved slightly and turned around to look at her, she belatedly realized what was happening.

Lu Qingyan felt a little flustered. The sight of the boy lying there, staring at her, made her inexplicably uneasy.

It's as if there's no reason left to even lie in the same bed, even though nothing has actually been done.

Wei Tu smiled as he looked at Lu Qingyan.

"Is Master shy?"

"Turn around!"

Lu Qingyan said irritably, her high, firm chest heaving.

Wei Tu blinked.

“I was lying down first, and then Master came up by himself. Why did you turn around? Is it because I don’t look good?”

"It looks like a pig's head, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares about it!"

Lu Qingyan said this insincerely.

She wouldn't refuse to look someone in the eye just because they're unattractive.

"Master's eyesight is failing, look more closely."

Wei Tu shifted his body slightly, getting closer to Lu Qingyan, and Lu Qingyan unconsciously moved back a little as well.

They were almost touching the wall.

The distance between the two was practically nonexistent; although they weren't pressed tightly together, it was as if they could clearly feel each other's breaths.

Lu Qingyan didn't want to blush, but her face involuntarily turned hot.

She bit her thin lips slightly.

"Wei Tu... do you still see me as your master? Did I become your master just so you could bully me?"

Lu Qingyan said with great dissatisfaction.

Wei Tu shook his head.