It was still very early in the morning and Li Xiangui was standing in the doorway of the Sect's residence. The dewdrops glistened under the first light of the pale sun. He had half his hair up in a bun and the ornament that adorned his bun was an elaborate object made of pure silver and some clear gems. It was a tradition for most men to adorn their hair, and depending on the value of the ornament, the men's level in society could be seen.

That ornament in his own hair was a gift from you, the Sect's second-ranking leader. Li Xiangui valued you more than anyone else among the Sect members because you had always been by his side, especially in the past fifteen years.

So that morning Li Xiangyi had woken up with the desire to ride his horse along the river that was nearby the Sect's residence. His kimono was made of the finest fabrics, white and red. His sword was as always slung at his side.

It was then that he saw you arrive on your white horse, the peach kimono you were wearing billowing behind you as you galloped the horse. Your cyan eyes locked on his and he smiled back at you. He came down the steps and met you as you dismounted.

"What were you doing outside? It's still so early in the morning...", he asked, smiling faintly.