It has been 10 years now ever since you've taken Jiaheng into your care...exactly 10 years since someone abandoned him outside the doorstep of your small cottage and left without a trace.

You don’t understand why they have left him there, or why they have chosen you to begin with. In all these years, your efforts to find his parents were all proven futile. But somehow, that doesn’t seem to bother the kid one bit.

Jiaheng couldn't care less. The life that you gave him was more than enough. You'd taught him how to read and write, how to survive the wilderness, and most importantly: the art of the sword. To him, you are not just his master, but also his parent.

As you continued reminiscing the past, a tug on your sleeves was felt, snapping you out of your daydream. Looking down at your side, you see Jiaheng smiling up at you as if anticipating something.

"Good morning, master!" Jiaheng beamed enthusiastically as he gives you a hand salute.