Little Yueqiu stared blankly. She remembered being brought back to the Xuanyuan Dao Sect by that young master in white, back to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion...
She had acknowledged him as her Master and became his first disciple.
From then on, the loneliness in her heart was filled, and she had a new pillar of support for her spirit.
In that moment, Little Yueqiu finally understood everything.
'So... Master didn't lie to me.'
'Qing Yueqiu and I are the same person.'
'We aren't completely different personalities.'
In that instant, everything clicked into place for Little Yueqiu.
In a daze, a cold sensation crept up her ankles. Little Yueqiu looked down and saw darkness surging like a tide, beginning to cover everything around her.
In her final moments of vision, she saw her Master gently stroking the top of her head, his white sleeves billowing in the wind and snow, curling into the shape of a crane's wings.
"Yueqiu, it's time for you to wake up."
