“As long as Qing’er can remember, he has only seen Master.” Teng Xuanqing secretly liked Master for many years.The master is respected to her, she is the moon in the mountains and the flower in the dream.But no matter how many years have passed, in the eyes of Master, she is still a little disciple who didn’t know anything at the time.She would like to be a black butterfly on Master’s cuff, although she is not the soft light in her heart, she always stays by Master’s side.The long pavilion on the ancient road, the night snow.No complaints in this life, no grievances in this life…