'This feeling of being protected was so comforting, just like when I was a child looking up at my father… He seemed so omnipotent, as if he could shelter me for my entire life. But Father… in the end, something happened to him. He left me forever.'
A tear slipped down her cheek, beyond her control.
Little Yueqiu quickly wiped it away with her sleeve, but Pei Yuhang still noticed. In her panic, she grabbed the corner of her master's robe, her voice choked with sobs.
"Master, will you leave me someday?"
Pei Yuhang thought Little Yueqiu was worried he might meet some misfortune and laughed heartily.
"Yueqiu, do you still not trust in my sword? Nothing will happen to me."
Little Yueqiu shook her head. She bit her lower lip, hesitating for a long time before finally mustering her courage. "I mean... what if one day, you find out I'm not your disciple at all..."
Her voice grew quieter and quieter until it was barely a whisper. "When that happens, will you still want me?"
