On the snowy night, a cold wind swirled with snowflakes between the two of them.
The silver-haired girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow beneath her eyes. She bit her lower lip, holding an umbrella over her master beside her to shield him from the snow. The paper umbrella swayed gently in the blizzard.
"Master, you're just too kind..."
Qing Yueqiu's voice was as soft as snowflakes landing on the umbrella, tinged with an irresolvable melancholy. "Kind people are the ones who get taken advantage of by the wicked."
Pei Yuhang turned to look at his disciple, his eyes filled with gentle confusion.
"Alright, Yueqiu, what's gotten into you today? You've been acting strangely. How have I been taken advantage of?"
He reached out to brush the snow from Qing Yueqiu's shoulders. His fingertips paused as they touched her slightly trembling shoulder. "Is something weighing on your mind?"
"Ngh..."
Qing Yueqiu turned her face away, the tips of her ears flushing red.
