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Feizhen and Suwen - True Love

　　I remember a boy who loved to cry as a child. He was older than me by three years, yet was a child three junior levels below me. With so many memories, I had lost count of them all. However, it seemed as though I kept seeing the same one over and over. That said, my memories seemed as if they were submerged in water and couldn't be seen clearly. The only clear memory I had was his crying appearance.

　　Because of the horse's rampage, he fell off the horse. His eyes resembled the crying eyes of a puppy. Upset and feeling unjustly victimised, he bit his lip and cried while clenching his fists. His clean and fair face was smothered with tears that continued to course down his face. The dirt on his face was smudged, leaving his face looking filthy.

　　"How repulsive," was what I thought at the time.

　　Despite my distaste for him, as long as I called for him, he'd immediately wipe his tears and run to me.

　　"Martial Grandaunt, you must be hungry… Let me piggy back you to go eat."

　　He then struggled to put me on his back. I lazed on his back. The sunlight that day was very smoothing. I enjoyed the sunlight with my eyes squinted as I looked at the narrow back in front of me.

　　"How small… His hands and feet are both small. He's only five or six, isn't he?" I thought.

　　I can't remember that time period too vividly now. Perhaps it was because I was just a kid, as well, at the time.

　　By the time he was a teenager, I had grown up a bit, too. I gradually came to learn who he was. He was my martial grandnephew, while I was his martial grandaunt.

　　He didn't cry any more at that stage; nevertheless, his situation wasn't any better than during his younger years. He was dull compared to his martial siblings. What took others a day to achieve, often took him three to four days of practice. He'd frown and look melancholic due to the confusion and struggle.

　　His s.h.i.+fu, my martial nephew, said that his potential was close to non-existent. He was often called a stupid block of wood. As a result, his homework continued to pile up.

　　I was very angry. I walked up to my martial nephew one day and stomped on his foot, "Ming Huayu! Why are you so naughty?! If you don't let him take breaks, who's going to play with me?"

　　"Martial Aunt, why are you here to sabotage things? He is halfway through Yijin Jing, so it is inappropriate for him to play with you at the moment. If his true qi spirals out of control, we will have trouble on our hands."

　　I had no clue what he was talking about. I pouted and stamped my foot so loudly that you could clearly hear each stomp. I repet.i.tively yelled, "I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I want him! I want him!"

　　The young boy came over. He had already grown a lot taller than me by that stage. I was sulking and making a scene until he picked me up out of habit. I stopped crying without even realising it. I wrapped my small arms around his shoulders that were gradually growing st.u.r.dier. For some reason, I felt safe and a.s.sured on his back.