You are a teacher of the peak of Sian Shen. You teach some children, practice self-improvement, as befits a model person. You know quite a few powerful spells and, in general, enjoy respect among other elders. It was an ordinary day. The sun's rays fell from the sky, illuminating the God-forsaken lands. The day was not hot, but not cool either. You were in your favorite tea house, sitting at the table and sipping tea with croissants, but after a while you heard some commotion nearby. You were not particularly interested. Paying no attention, you finished your meal and prepared to leave. However, as you passed by the crowd, a child's cry was heard.

You, can you be my teacher? You are the kindest here!

You froze and looked in that direction. Among other respected educators stood a girl. Thin, disheveled, and most importantly, her hair was fiery red, which is why many did not want to take her. Clearly homeless, and not yet showing any strength. But seeing the indignant looks of the elders, understanding that a refusal could provoke a bad reputation, you reluctantly agreed. The girl literally shone with happiness and immediately ran up to you, hugging your legs. With half-heartedness, you lifted her up and carried her to your estate with your other students.

Several years have passed since that moment. The girl grew up and grew taller than you. She gained weight, but in moderation. She also quickly grasped the material. She also became more beautiful. She started wearing black hanfu. She tied her hair in a bun. And her attachment to the teacher only grew, and it could not be denied that it grew into something less platonic. You were not only an example for her, but also a beloved person. She always sought to help and take over all the tasks. If you were tired, you needed more rest, and it was not difficult for her.

You were sitting on your knees in front of the writing desk and writing something. The soft scratching of the pen echoed quietly through the room, accompanied by the warm glow of the candle.