Perhaps thinking of the stern and rciless deanor towards the Young Master at the East Grove Cottage, not a hint of fatherly care or concern, and the fierce argunt with Ying Ji, that cold and hard face finally revealed a trace of regret which Yun Rong noticed.
In this world, there are people who are the hardest in speech and the softest in heart.
Yun Rong didn’t know if the Sect Master was soft-hearted, but he certainly was hard-mouthed, unable to lower his pride for a mont:
"I never let him go hungry once at als, he is at the age when he should be learning by the pool, if he’s cold or hungry, shouldn’t he tell soone? Why push himself into such a situation, making everyone unhappy?"
Yun Rong couldn’t help but think of the disciples in the Study Pavilion and pondered, if one is accustod to affection and protection, how could a child not know how to seek affection?
A child neglected in the barren study with only worn-out books and cold candles learns the first thing, to be sensible.
The Sect Master’s words were tinged with reproach.
But after this incident, when Yun Rong occasionally passed by the East Grove Cottage, she noticed the child, with a grown-up deanor, diligently reading in the bamboo house, had a new padded jacket for warmth.
Afterward, Sword Master Yu perhaps also genuinely ca to realize Yun Rong’s fearso nature.
For that Quanxue Peak, he avoided it as if it were a tiger, never again did he bring his son up the mountain to learn the way from her.
In the days following, Yun Rong saw less and less of the Young Master.
Yun Rong’s nature is to commit to one thing for life, unchanging her sword heart for glamour, unwavering through wind, frost, snow, or rain.
Such a misunderstanding naturally wouldn’t leave a deep mark in her heart.
The autumn frost swept through the mountains and rivers again for another year.
In the land of frozen snow deserts, a genius swordsman from Desert North erged, comprehending legendary sword intent, single-handedly defeating the four sects of the snowy domains of the Immortal Sect, gaining widespread fa.
Upon hearing this, Yun Rong’s fighting spirit was stirred, thus she traveled afar to Desert North, to engage the genius swordsman in a battle, and won resoundingly.
Through this montum, her sword intent and spirit beca complete, achieving the stage of transcending tribulations, celebrated throughout the mountains.
On such a night worthy of celebration, amidst the lively festivities of fellow brothers and sisters, even Yun Rong with her indifferent disposition couldn’t help but drink a few more cups.
Feeling slightly tipsy, she wandered alone from the banquet, embraced by the chilly snow, walking with the wind.
Unconsciously arriving at Yu Han Bridge, hearing the lody of winter snow cracking on jade.
Yu Han Bridge had a particularly beautiful scenery, the thin frost on the railings glinted a pale chill under the moonlight, stars hung across the vast fields, the spiritual thistle and grass by the snowy banks were coated with a layer of transparent, cold hue along the chilled riverside.
Yun Rong carried half a jug of wine in her hand, her gaze was clear yet hazy, let the bridge top’s wind, snow chill her brows.
Unintentionally, her eyes peered downward, suddenly hearing the sound of shattered ice from beneath Yu Han Bridge.
Her heart stirred slightly, Yun Rong with a faint scent of wine, flipped herself into the river, her posture graceful and slender like a crane, her white boots lightly touched the water surface, like falling petals brushing against the water, floating gracefully by the bridge’s riverbank.
The light under the bridge corridor wasn’t very clear, Yun Rong, slightly intoxicated, squinted her eyes to see, gradually discerning under the bridge huddled a little figure.
Yun Rong thought she saw wrong, blinked, and looked again.
Who else could that little figure be but their Tianxi Young Master?
The Sect Master had strict orders for this Young Master, after sunrise, he must not leave the East Grove Cottage at will.
For so many years, he never disobeyed even once.
Such an unusual appearance tonight, must have secretly slipped away from East Grove Cottage.
Yun Rong smiled knowingly, thinking this child, as he grows older, becos more playful, his courage also growing, daring to sneak away from the Sect Master to play in the snow.
Thinking of this, Yun Rong felt sowhat helpless.
In this bone-chilling cold, he’s always been frail, if he caught anything serious from this coldness again, he’d surely face the Sect Master’s wrath.
She slightly bent down, crouched under the bridge, smiled gently and called out to him: "Young Master?"
Unexpectedly, with this call, the lingering smile froze on her face.
The misty moonlight passed over the rippling river surface, illuminating the little one’s face more like jade, tiny fragnts of water light pooled in his eyes, tears were visibly stained on his young, tender cheeks.
Young Master... was crying.
Yun Rong felt a scalp-tingling numbness, with her leisurely, trouble-avoiding personality, instinctively wanted to turn away, pretending she hadn’t seen.
Yet, just at this mont, an old remark from Ying Ji a year ago suddenly struck Yun Rong’s heart.
So she gave up the thought of turning and walking away, Yun Rong crouched before the little one, poking his red crying nose with a finger, awkwardly comforting: "Don’t cry."
Such a peculiar child, even when crying, he cried silently without a sound, as if he never knew what it was to be willful.
Yet who knew, this casual touch seed to trigger a switch, the little one who’d silently wept, suddenly welled up with tears, and with a cry, plunged into her arms, wailing loudly.
The little one sobbed uncontrollably, his little face beca a muddled ss, instantly turning into a little tabby cat.
This left Yun Rong sowhat at a loss, she’d never encountered such a thing before, nor had she imagined the usually quiet little one could cry so fiercely.
Yun Rong feared he might cry himself breathless, hurriedly patting his back, comforting: "Alright alright, don’t cry, Senior Sister will take you to catch snow rabbits, okay?"
Crying and crying, he slowly quieted down, yet his small hands still tightly clutched her clothes.
The little one wasn’t hard to appease, nor did he like to make trouble, he slowly raised his little head from her arms, his eyes still red: "Father won’t let keep rabbits."
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