Master Jingxuan provided her with a senior's protection, while Zhang Xiaohua filled her life with the pleasure of companionship.
Could this be called "fate"?
The sun was radiant, the river flowed leisurely, and on this endless continent, perhaps every day a story of joys and sorrows, of meetings and partings, took place. However, at this moment on this day, it belonged to the young boy and girl by the side of the grass pavilion. With support and trust, they could anticipate hope and the future.
That night, Master Jingxuan returned especially late and appeared extremely tired. However, Zhang Xiaohua and Xiao Meng were not the types to pry and hence did not inquire much.
The next day, Master Jingxuan, unlike her normal routine, didn't leave. Instead, she gathered Zhang Xiaohua and Xiao Meng at the grass pavilion.
Zhang Xiaohua had a premonition.
