Night fell.
Sister Qiao'er sat beneath the eaves, lost in thought.
"Girl."
Uncle Guo walked over and said, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing... nothing."
"You've been in Little Cold Village for several years now. I can tell there's always something weighing on your heart."
"I..."
"Girl, do you know the Eternal Sect's second disciple? Every time you go out, you ask me to inquire about him." Uncle Guo spoke earnestly.
Sister Qiao'er lowered her head. "I used to."
Uncle Guo was not surprised by that answer. "That's someone ordinary people like us can never hope to reach. Forget him quickly. Don't make things hard on yourself."
Sister Qiao'er said despondently, "I came from Southwest Yang Province to Northeast Luzhou because I wanted to forget him. But even though the weather here is cold, it can't cool the longing in my heart."
"Gulp."
Uncle Guo took a swig of strong liquor and said gloomily, "I understand you. When I was young, there was also a girl I admired. Her talent was better than mine, her realm higher than mine. I could only watch her from afar like a fool."
Sister Qiao'er was stunned.
Uncle Guo said, "Time passed, and it was forgotten."
"Time passed, and it was forgotten?" Sister Qiao'er murmured. "Uncle Guo, I understand."
Uncle Guo rose and left.
Sister Qiao'er sat beneath the eaves for a long time. Then she took out a yellowed Thousand Paper Crane and said, "Brother Qingyang, may you become a towering powerhouse who holds up heaven and stands upon earth."
Whoosh!
A gust of wind blew over.
The Thousand Paper Crane slipped from her hand and flew toward the Firmament.
Sister Qiao'er looked up as it gradually vanished into the night, her heart aching unbearably. "From today onward, I'll cut off every last