Lu Yuque lowered her head and wrapped it up again. She tied two dead knots and tucked it deep into her side.
Then she picked up a meat bun and stuffed it into her mouth, curling up on the bed fully clothed.
She actually didn't know why she brought this Martial Arts Scripture with her, until now she hadn't the energy to think.
Her father left no last words for her, nor did he entrust her with any heavy responsibilities before he died. In fact, they hadn't even had time to speak. The only conversation that day happened in the morning.
"Yuque, practice an extra hour of the 'Spring Branch Sword' this afternoon." His face was as stern as ever.
"Mm." She hurriedly left the Martial Field, thinking about the unfinished Shengjing tales, spring, colors of flower leaves and butterflies were vibrant in her eyes, the gray figure of origin only grazed the edge of her vision from afar.
The next encounter was a distant glance, the headless, armless corpse standing in the Martial Field.
