Swoosh~
As she set the teacup down, a gentle breeze rustled her hair, as if whispering to her.
Xiao Ling'r leaned against the rail, her eyes tracing the stars above.
The vastness of the sky served as a reminder of the endless possibilities that lay before her, and the limits that have been placed upon her.
Truly, one can't touch the sky sitting on Earth.
Her thoughts flitted back to her father, the Sect Master of the Heaven Fall Sect.
Her father's protective nature seemed more like a cage than a shield. Over the years, she had felt the weight of his expectations, the pressure to conform to his vision for her future.
Xiao Ling'r had often felt like a butterfly in a cocoon, awaiting the chance to break free and spread her wings.
The memory of their last conversation lingered in her mind, telling her to stay within the boundaries he had drawn, to remain loyal to the ways of the Heaven Fall Sect.
