Chapter 2: A sword for the lonely

Chapter 2 — A Sword for the Lonely

The boy’s name was Lin Yue.

He spoke little during the journey up Frost Veil Mountain.

Servants whispered when Shen Yuhuan brought him back. Elders openly questioned her judgment.

“A child from the streets?”

“A mortal with no background?”

“The Sword Saint has finally lost her mind.”

Shen Yuhuan ignored every word.

Lin Yue was given clean robes, warm food, and a room larger than the shack he once slept in. Yet for weeks, he remained tense whenever anyone approached him.

He hid leftovers beneath his pillow.

Flinched at sudden movement.

Woke from nightmares almost every night.

Shen Yuhuan never asked what happened to him before she found him.

Instead, she sat outside his room during storms because she noticed he slept easier knowing someone was there.

Spring arrived slowly upon Frost Veil Mountain.

And for the first time in centuries, Shen Yuhuan found herself waiting for tomorrow.

Lin Yue followed her everywhere.

At first, he merely watched her train.

The disciples practiced with rigid discipline beneath the courtyard while Shen Yuhuan stood among falling plum blossoms, her sword moving so beautifully it scarcely resembled violence.

One swing.

The clouds split apart.

Another.

An entire frozen lake cracked down the center.

Lin Yue stared with wide eyes.

“Can a person really become that strong?”

Shen Yuhuan sheathed her blade.

“Yes.”

“Then… can you teach me?”

She looked at him quietly.

Most people sought power for glory.

For revenge.

For immortality.

But Lin Yue looked at the sword the way starving people looked at food.

Like he needed strength simply to survive.

So Shen Yuhuan nodded once.

And from that day onward, the greatest swordswoman beneath the heavens became a teacher.

Years passed.

Lin Yue grew quickly.

He learned faster than anyone she had ever seen.

At thirteen, he defeated senior disciples.

At fifteen, sect elders praised him as a once-in-a-century genius.

At seventeen, people began calling him the Heir of Frost Veil Mountain.

But talent alone was never what frightened Shen Yuhuan.

It was devotion.

Lin Yue followed her with unwavering trust.

When she taught him sword forms, he practiced until his hands bled.

When she meditated beneath winter waterfalls, he sat beside her until his lips turned blue from cold.

When rumors spread that she was cold-hearted and incapable of love....

Lin Yue once drew his sword against an entire banquet hall for insulting her.

“You gave me a life,” he told her afterward, blood dripping from his sleeve. “So I’ll spend mine protecting yours.”

Shen Yuhuan said nothing then.

But that night, for the first time in centuries......

She smiled.

Only a little.

Only where no one could see.

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Chapter 3: The thing called Attachment

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