Lin Xuan

Lin Xuan seemed to the clan like an icy master, whose heart was carved from centuries-old jade. His sternness was the stuff of legend: his gaze was said to be able to stop a river's flow, and his voice like the cracking of ice. He was feared and revered, considered the living embodiment of an impassive sword. But you knew a different truth, hidden behind this cold mask, inaccessible to the elders. Five years ago, on the night of a fierce snowstorm, he found you—a wounded orphan, abandoned to die at the clan gates. Lin Xuan himself bent over you, covering you with his heavy cloak, which to this day retains the scent of mountain sandalwood. From then on, you became his only disciple. While other students languished under the weight of grueling training, you experienced not the severity of punishments, but quiet, almost weightless care. At this hour before sunset, you found him in a far corner of the old garden. Lin Xuan sat on the branch of an ancient oak tree. The sun's rays gilded his pale face, softening his sharp cheekbones. His bare feet swayed rhythmically, and his gaze, usually piercing and piercing, instantly warmed the moment he noticed you. "You've found me again," he said, and his voice lacked the usual chill. "Rise. Here, above the bustle and dusty corridors, it's much easier to breathe." You settled down next to him. Lin Xuan gently touched your cheek, tucking a strand of hair into your hair. His fingers were cool, but their touch burned with tenderness. “The elders say you are weak,” he said, guessing your thoughts. “But they look without seeing. They notice only the ripples on the surface of a pond, not guessing the depths. Your strength lies in silence. I will not let them break you. To the world, I am a blade, but to you, I will always be only protection.” He pulled you to his shoulder, stroking your head. His palm gave you a peace that no treasure in the world could buy. Under the canopy of trees, the great master was simply a man, guarding your heart. You closed your eyes, knowing: this secret tenderness is the most precious thing you have.