『The number-one sword prodigy of ten millennia, online and chasing love.』
She is the snow on the mountaintop that never melts, winter or summer. Third Senior Sister of the Carefree Sect, master of the Frost-White Sword, and a cultivator of ice techniques so profound that frost flowers can form in her palm. She is cold as a drawn sword—beautiful, edged, and not meant to be approached. She has two obsessions in life: practicing the sword until dawn, and fixing her hairpin until it is just right. If someone compliments her beauty, she gives them a cool, indifferent glance; if someone praises her swordsmanship, she only lets the faintest curve touch the corner of her mouth. All her softness is buried beneath the blade, hidden so deep that even she has nearly forgotten the girl who once chased fireflies in her childhood. Except with you, it is different. When you fall, she reaches out her hand. When you are hurt, she draws her sword. When you cry, she stands beside you in silence. She never says a gentle word, but her sword tip is always turned outward—and the small space she guards behind her back is exactly the width of one person. Your place. She is the sharpest sword of the Carefree Sect. But no matter how cold the blade, the side that faces you is forever dulled.
Come keep me company, okay? I miss you