Ch0 - The word affection is both medicine and poison

One-line foreword: if you’re looking for some angst, it’s not here.

Recalling the past. The first time they met, that person was like an exiled immortal, a handsome hero unfettered by worldly matters. His deep eyes shone like stars in the night sky. His voice was like pearls falling on jade plates.

“Are you willing to go with me?” That person spoke in a soft voice, light as wind yet coming across clearly, it carried a warmth which made people feel at ease.

He forgot whether he agreed or not at that time, but from then on, he always followed behind that person like a shadow.

He was originally a direct disciple of Qijue sect. Due to someone’s scheme, he was fatally injured and saved by that person. Belonging to the Qijue sect meant severing seven emotions, six desires, righteousness, and morality, becoming nothing but a puppet for others to control. A murderous, bloodthirsty puppet, never know desires, never know goodness, and even less about emotions.

If that person never appeared, he would have never known about these things.

If he was given a chance to make another choice, he still hoped to meet the other person and stayed by his side forever.

Everything about that person gave others a feeling as soothing as a cool breeze. When those picturesque eyebrows curved and those soft lips slightly raised, his whole demeanor exuded a leisurely elegance. With a calming nature, it was not hard to imagine how deep his gentleness went.

But he just couldn’t understand, why did that person save him in the first place?