The early morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of flowers from the sect gardens. Lingxuan stood near the main hall, his black robes flowing slightly with the gentle breeze. He turned to Tianyu, his expression calm and composed.
"I'm going to take a walk in the city for a while," Lingxuan said quietly. "While I'm gone, make sure Su Qingyue has something to eat."
Tianyu nodded immediately, his brown eyes reflecting understanding. "Understood. I will take care of her," he replied, his tone polite yet curious.
Lingxuan inclined his head once, then silently left the sect, leaving Tianyu to handle the morning duties.
Inside the guest room, Su Qingyue stirred from her sleep, blinking as the soft light of the morning filtered through the window. She yawned, feeling a faint heat rise to her cheeks as she recalled the previous day and Lingxuan's presence. I… I overslept because I was thinking about him, she realized, cheeks flushing further.
Determined to find him, she pushed herself off the bed and opened the door. But instead of seeing Lingxuan, she found Tianyu standing there, holding a tray with a simple breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the room.
Su Qingyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and she adopted a cool tone, her voice sharp. "What are you doing here?"
Tianyu's posture stiffened slightly, his brows raising. He shifted the tray nervously. "M-Master Lingxuan told me to bring you your breakfast," he said cautiously, unsure of her sudden coldness.
Su Qingyue paused, the sharpness in her voice softening almost instantly. Her lips curved into a small, polite smile. "Oh… alright, thank you," she said warmly, taking the tray from him.
Tianyu tilted his head, perplexed. That was… unexpected, he thought, his expression a mixture of confusion and cautious amusement. He had just witnessed her shift from stern and distant to polite and gentle in a matter of seconds.
Su Qingyue set the tray down on a nearby table, her heart still fluttering as she realized how quickly her mood had changed. She took a moment to breathe deeply, her mind drifting back to Lingxuan. I want to see him… soon, she thought, focusing on the one person she had been thinking about nonstop since yesterday.
Tianyu, still standing nearby, could not help but glance curiously at her, silently wondering at the young woman's sudden change in demeanor. Lingxuan's instructions had clearly given her comfort, yet there was something more—an underlying warmth that made her manner shift without warning.
The morning light continued to filter into the room, casting a soft glow over Su Qingyue's white hair and blue eyes, making her look almost ethereal. She picked up a bite of food, trying to focus on the meal while her thoughts remained consumed by Lingxuan.
Tianyu finally bowed slightly and stepped back, letting her eat in peace. He still wore a puzzled expression, thinking, Why does her mood change so quickly? But he wisely chose not to question it further. Lingxuan would surely explain… someday.
For now, the room was quiet, filled with the subtle sounds of morning—the rustle of leaves, the distant calls of birds, and the soft clink of utensils as Su Qingyue quietly ate. Her thoughts, however, remained elsewhere, centered entirely on the black-robed figure who had captured her attention and, unknowingly, her heart.
After finishing the simple breakfast that Tianyu had delivered, Su Qingyue lingered in the guest room for a moment, reflecting on the past day. Lingxuan's presence had left a deep impression on her. The calm authority he carried, the subtle kindness in his actions, and the way he had protected her had all intertwined into a mixture of admiration, awe, and something she was only beginning to understand: a warm, fluttering feeling in her chest that she could not ignore.
He truly cares about me… she thought, her blue eyes lingering on the floor as a soft blush rose across her cheeks. He didn't have to help me… yet he did. And not just help—he respected me, protected me, guided me… The warmth in her heart grew stronger at the memory, a gentle but insistent pull she could not deny. I think… I might… like him. I think I might have already fallen in love with him.
Shaking her head lightly, she tried to calm herself, but the truth was inescapable. Her heart quickened with the thought of seeing him again, of being near him, of hearing his calm voice and feeling the subtle warmth that seemed to radiate from his presence.
After a few moments of internal contemplation, Su Qingyue finally rose from her seat. She adjusted her clothing and smoothed her long, white hair, her hands trembling slightly at her own nervousness. She took a deep breath and stepped toward the door, eager to see the world outside and perhaps, secretly, to catch another glimpse of Lingxuan.
Just as she was about to leave, Tianyu appeared in the doorway, his brown eyes curious and alert. "Su Qingyue," he said, his tone polite but inquisitive. "Where are you going?"
Su Qingyue turned, meeting his gaze. She smiled softly, a mixture of excitement and shyness. "I would like to go to the city," she replied. "I want to see the shops, the streets… perhaps enjoy the morning."
Tianyu nodded with a small smile. "Very well. Be careful, and do not wander too far. Remember, the sect is here to protect you, but you should not put yourself in unnecessary risk."
"I understand," she said, bowing slightly. With that, she stepped out of the guest quarters and into the early morning light, the streets of the city awaiting her exploration.
The city was alive with movement. Merchants were opening their stalls, the scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling delicacies filled the air, and the sound of chatter, laughter, and haggling created a lively background. Su Qingyue wandered slowly, her senses taking in the sights and sounds, marveling at the vibrancy of life outside the sect. The city felt different from her previous world—a mixture of energy and serenity, chaos and beauty, and it made her heart beat a little faster.
As she wandered, her attention was caught by a familiar sight in a small square: Lingxuan. His black robes swayed as he knelt, assisting a group of children in lifting heavy crates for a small shop. He smiled gently at them, offering advice and encouragement, his calm voice carrying across the square. When the crates were too heavy, he moved with ease, demonstrating strength that seemed almost supernatural.
Nearby, he helped a shopkeeper who was struggling with her display of fruits, carefully arranging them with precise movements that made the display more beautiful than before. Every action, every glance, every smile he offered to the people around him spoke of patience, kindness, and a strength that was both physical and moral.
Su Qingyue felt her chest tighten as she watched him. Her heart thumped painfully, her cheeks flushed, and her breath caught slightly. I… I've already fallen in love with him, she realized, a soft shiver running down her spine. It's impossible to deny it. Everything about him… everything he does… it moves me in ways I've never felt before.
Unable to hide her feelings, she wrapped her hands around her chest, her blue eyes fixed on Lingxuan as he interacted with the townspeople. She noticed how he knelt for the smaller children, adjusting their burdens with care, and how he handled even the simplest tasks with grace and attention. Every act seemed effortless for him, yet profoundly meaningful for those around him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Big sister… do you like Master Lingxuan?"
Su Qingyue's eyes widened in surprise, nearly spilling the tea she had been carrying in her hand—though now she wasn't really holding tea, it was just her startled expression that made her feel as if her composure had slipped.
She turned to see the small boy from yesterday standing there, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His brown hair was slightly tousled, and he had that same impish grin that made him look both innocent and bold.
Su Qingyue blinked rapidly, her cheeks heating immediately. "Wh-what…? Why are you asking that?" she stammered, her voice betraying both embarrassment and shock.
The boy crossed his arms, tilting his head with the certainty of a child who believed he had read the world correctly. "Because… I saw how he helps everyone. He's so kind and strong… and you were staring at him all morning! I know, I know! You like him!"
Su Qingyue's face burned a deep crimson, and she quickly turned away, muttering under her breath, "I… I don't… I mean… that's not…" Her mind spun with flustered thoughts, yet every one of them led her back to the undeniable truth of her feelings.
Meanwhile, Lingxuan, still kneeling to help the children, glanced up just long enough to catch a glimpse of Su Qingyue watching him from the edge of the square. He raised one eyebrow, noticing the way her gaze lingered, and a faint, knowing smile curved his lips. Yet he said nothing, continuing to assist the shopkeepers and children, his actions as composed and graceful as ever.
Su Qingyue struggled to regain her composure. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, her white hair falling over her shoulders as she tried to calm the warmth burning in her cheeks. She could not deny it anymore. She liked him—she liked him more than she had ever imagined possible, and seeing him like this, helping people, made her heart flutter uncontrollably.
The children Lingxuan had been helping noticed her presence as well. A few of them waved cheerfully, shouting greetings, and Su Qingyue felt a small, shy smile escape her lips despite herself. It was impossible to maintain the icy demeanor she sometimes carried; the warmth of the city, Lingxuan's presence, and even the playful teasing of the children softened her completely.
The small boy from yesterday lingered nearby, eyeing her intently. "See? He's amazing, isn't he? Big sister, you're really lucky to know him!"
Su Qingyue turned away again, her heart pounding. I am lucky… so lucky… she thought, her mind replaying every interaction she had with Lingxuan since their meeting. Her feelings were no longer hidden—they were blazing within her, undeniable and consuming.
She watched as Lingxuan helped a stall owner lift a heavy basket, his black hair glinting in the sunlight, his movements calm yet strong. Every gesture seemed to radiate a subtle authority and kindness, the combination stirring her heart like nothing else could.
The realization struck her with overwhelming clarity: she did not merely admire him, nor was it simple gratitude. She had fallen for him completely—heart, mind, and soul. And the thought alone made her cheeks burn hotter, her hands tremble slightly, and her pulse race in ways she had never experienced.
The boy clapped his hands, breaking her reverie. "Big sister! Stop thinking so much and say it out loud! You like him, right?"
Su Qingyue swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice, yet it came out almost in a whisper, "I… I think I do."
The boy grinned widely, jumping with joy. "I knew it! I told you! He's perfect for you! You just wait—he'll notice you too!"
Su Qingyue could not help but cover her face with her hands, her entire body tingling with embarrassment. She peeked between her fingers and saw Lingxuan still assisting the children, unaware of her declaration to the mischievous child.
Her heart ached with a mix of longing and joy. She wanted to run to him, to speak to him, to be near him—but at the same time, a quiet patience settled within her. She would let this moment simmer, let her feelings grow, and cherish the sight of him helping others, the way his presence seemed to naturally draw admiration and respect.
The city's bustling energy continued around them—the laughter of children, the calls of merchants, and the distant sounds of life blending into a harmonious backdrop for Su Qingyue's racing heart. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, yet every glance at Lingxuan made her pulse quicken.
She realized, fully and finally, that this was not a fleeting admiration. It was something deeper, something that had taken root in her heart and would grow steadily over time. The fluttering warmth in her chest, the blush that refused to fade, and the longing in her eyes—all spoke the truth she could no longer deny: she had fallen in love with Mo Lingxuan.
And as she watched him interact with the children, helping shopkeepers and sharing his calm strength with everyone around him, she felt a quiet resolve: she would stay by his side, learn from him, and—one day—perhaps reveal the depth of her feelings.
For now, though, she would remain where she was, quietly admiring him, her cheeks still flushed, her heart full of a warmth she had never known. The morning sunlight reflected off her white hair, and her blue eyes sparkled with both shyness and determination. The first steps of her affection had begun, and the day ahead promised more moments that would quietly, subtly, shape her heart forever.
The city streets were alive with the morning bustle. Merchants were arranging their goods, children darted between stalls, and townspeople exchanged greetings and laughter. Su Qingyue quietly followed, her steps careful as she kept her gaze on Lingxuan.
He moved gracefully through the square, assisting a small shopkeeper who struggled to lift a heavy basket of vegetables. His black robes flowed behind him with every motion, and the sun highlighted the sharp yet elegant contours of his face.
Su Qingyue's blue eyes widened as she watched him. Every action, every movement, seemed to radiate strength, grace, and kindness. Her heart fluttered in ways she had never expected. How can one person be so perfect? she thought, feeling warmth rush to her cheeks. Her face burned slightly, and she unconsciously took a small step closer, eager to remain unnoticed yet unable to avert her gaze.
Lingxuan suddenly glanced up, as if sensing someone's attention. His dark eyes landed on her, and recognition flashed across his face. A gentle smile curved his lips—a smile that was calm, confident, and unexpectedly warm. The sunlight caught the angles of his face, enhancing his already striking appearance.
Su Qingyue's breath caught in her throat. Her heart raced violently, and she felt her cheeks flush an even deeper red. The simple act of Lingxuan smiling directly at her made her knees weak and her mind spin. He… he's looking at me… and smiling… just for me…
Lingxuan's smile lingered for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed slightly in playful curiosity. "What is it with her?" he muttered softly under his breath, his voice quiet enough that only he could hear. "Why is she looking at me like that? Does she have a fever or something?"
Su Qingyue froze, her hands tightening slightly at her sides. Did he just notice me? Did he… say something about me? Her heart hammered in her chest, and she instinctively lowered her gaze, hiding the deep blush coloring her face.
Lingxuan, satisfied that everything was in order and that she was safe, turned back toward the shopkeeper. With the same calm precision, he lifted the basket, carefully placing it on the counter. His attention to the tasks at hand was meticulous, ensuring the shopkeeper could continue her day without worry.
Su Qingyue remained standing a few paces away, her eyes still drawn to him. Even though he was no longer directly looking at her, the memory of his smile lingered in her mind, making her heart flutter uncontrollably. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, and she pressed a hand lightly against her chest, feeling the rapid beat of her heart.
He noticed me… and smiled… she thought, a soft shiver running down her spine. Why does just one smile make my heart feel like this?
Meanwhile, Lingxuan continued moving through the square, assisting various vendors and ensuring that the townspeople received help where needed. To an outsider, his actions were effortless and ordinary, yet for Su Qingyue, every gesture was extraordinary. The way he treated others with both strength and gentleness, the ease with which he handled every task, and the calm confidence he exuded—it all combined to create an image that she could not stop thinking about.
Every now and then, her gaze flicked to his face, catching the faintest hint of a smile or the precise motion of his hands. Each moment felt like a small treasure, a quiet memory she wanted to imprint into her heart. Her cheeks remained flushed, and she struggled to control her breathing.
Lingxuan, oblivious to the extent of the effect he had on her, continued his rounds, smiling kindly at a child who had dropped a basket of apples and adjusting the stall layout to help a merchant display his goods more efficiently. He moved with purpose and serenity, his actions demonstrating not just his physical prowess but also the depth of his character.
Su Qingyue felt herself drawn irresistibly closer, her blue eyes fixed on him as though he were the only person in the square. She could hardly believe how deeply her emotions had stirred in such a short time. Every interaction, every glance, every small smile he offered sent a wave of warmth through her heart that she could not ignore.
A gentle breeze passed through the streets, rustling her hair and bringing a hint of fragrance from nearby flower stalls. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling the warmth of her blush intensify. He's… he's so perfect… and he even smiled at me… she whispered softly to herself.
Lingxuan finally looked back again, sensing the pull of her gaze. His black eyes met her blue ones for a fleeting moment, and the faintest upward curve touched his lips. Then, as if satisfied with what he saw, he turned back to assist a group of children carrying a large basket of goods.
Su Qingyue's heart raced, her face still crimson. She pressed her hands to her chest, trying to steady her racing pulse. Why does just a smile make me feel like this? she thought, her mind spinning with a mixture of awe, admiration, and the unmistakable stirrings of affection.
For the rest of the morning, she continued to watch him from a careful distance, unable to tear her eyes away. Lingxuan's actions—calm, precise, and kind—etched themselves deeply into her memory. Every small movement, every expression, every interaction was magnified in her mind, creating a perfect image she could not forget.
By the time the morning sunlight grew stronger and the square became busier, Su Qingyue felt both exhilarated and shy. She had never experienced such a powerful, involuntary attraction before. Her heart ached in the most pleasant way, a mixture of warmth, longing, and a quiet excitement.
Lingxuan, continuing his routine of helping townspeople and playing with children, seemed unaware of the storm of emotions he had stirred in the young woman following him. To him, it was simply another morning in the city, another opportunity to assist and guide.
But for Su Qingyue, it was a morning that would remain etched in her heart forever—the first time she had truly seen him smile at her, the first time her emotions had betrayed her in such a profound way, and the first time she realized just how deeply she had fallen for Mo Lingxuan.
Even as she tried to compose herself, her blue eyes glimmered with both shyness and longing, her cheeks still flushed from the memory of that smile. The city around them continued its lively rhythm, but for Su Qingyue, everything seemed to revolve around him—the black-robed figure moving with effortless grace, kindness, and strength, who had unwittingly captured her heart in a single, fleeting smile.
The city streets were alive with the morning bustle. Merchants were arranging their goods, children darted between stalls, and townspeople exchanged greetings and laughter. Su Qingyue quietly followed, her steps careful as she kept her gaze on Lingxuan.
He moved gracefully through the square, assisting a small shopkeeper who struggled to lift a heavy basket of vegetables. His black robes flowed behind him with every motion, and the sun highlighted the sharp yet elegant contours of his face.
Su Qingyue's blue eyes widened as she watched him. Every action, every movement, seemed to radiate strength, grace, and kindness. Her heart fluttered in ways she had never expected. How can one person be so perfect? she thought, feeling warmth rush to her cheeks. Her face burned slightly, and she unconsciously took a small step closer, eager to remain unnoticed yet unable to avert her gaze.
Lingxuan suddenly glanced up, as if sensing someone's attention. His dark eyes landed on her, and recognition flashed across his face. A gentle smile curved his lips—a smile that was calm, confident, and unexpectedly warm. The sunlight caught the angles of his face, enhancing his already striking appearance.
Su Qingyue's breath caught in her throat. Her heart raced violently, and she felt her cheeks flush an even deeper red. The simple act of Lingxuan smiling directly at her made her knees weak and her mind spin. He… he's looking at me… and smiling… just for me…
Lingxuan's smile lingered for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed slightly in playful curiosity. "What is it with her?" he muttered softly under his breath, his voice quiet enough that only he could hear. "Why is she looking at me like that? Does she have a fever or something?"
Su Qingyue froze, her hands tightening slightly at her sides. Did he just notice me? Did he… say something about me? Her heart hammered in her chest, and she instinctively lowered her gaze, hiding the deep blush coloring her face.
Lingxuan, satisfied that everything was in order and that she was safe, turned back toward the shopkeeper. With the same calm precision, he lifted the basket, carefully placing it on the counter. His attention to the tasks at hand was meticulous, ensuring the shopkeeper could continue her day without worry.
Su Qingyue remained standing a few paces away, her eyes still drawn to him. Even though he was no longer directly looking at her, the memory of his smile lingered in her mind, making her heart flutter uncontrollably. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, and she pressed a hand lightly against her chest, feeling the rapid beat of her heart.
He noticed me… and smiled… she thought, a soft shiver running down her spine. Why does just one smile make my heart feel like this?
Meanwhile, Lingxuan continued moving through the square, assisting various vendors and ensuring that the townspeople received help where needed. To an outsider, his actions were effortless and ordinary, yet for Su Qingyue, every gesture was extraordinary. The way he treated others with both strength and gentleness, the ease with which he handled every task, and the calm confidence he exuded—it all combined to create an image that she could not stop thinking about.
Every now and then, her gaze flicked to his face, catching the faintest hint of a smile or the precise motion of his hands. Each moment felt like a small treasure, a quiet memory she wanted to imprint into her heart. Her cheeks remained flushed, and she struggled to control her breathing.
Lingxuan, oblivious to the extent of the effect he had on her, continued his rounds, smiling kindly at a child who had dropped a basket of apples and adjusting the stall layout to help a merchant display his goods more efficiently. He moved with purpose and serenity, his actions demonstrating not just his physical prowess but also the depth of his character.
Su Qingyue felt herself drawn irresistibly closer, her blue eyes fixed on him as though he were the only person in the square. She could hardly believe how deeply her emotions had stirred in such a short time. Every interaction, every glance, every small smile he offered sent a wave of warmth through her heart that she could not ignore.
A gentle breeze passed through the streets, rustling her hair and bringing a hint of fragrance from nearby flower stalls. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling the warmth of her blush intensify. He's… he's so perfect… and he even smiled at me… she whispered softly to herself.
Lingxuan finally looked back again, sensing the pull of her gaze. His black eyes met her blue ones for a fleeting moment, and the faintest upward curve touched his lips. Then, as if satisfied with what he saw, he turned back to assist a group of children carrying a large basket of goods.
Su Qingyue's heart raced, her face still crimson. She pressed her hands to her chest, trying to steady her racing pulse. Why does just a smile make me feel like this? she thought, her mind spinning with a mixture of awe, admiration, and the unmistakable stirrings of affection.
For the rest of the morning, she continued to watch him from a careful distance, unable to tear her eyes away. Lingxuan's actions—calm, precise, and kind—etched themselves deeply into her memory. Every small movement, every expression, every interaction was magnified in her mind, creating a perfect image she could not forget.
By the time the morning sunlight grew stronger and the square became busier, Su Qingyue felt both exhilarated and shy. She had never experienced such a powerful, involuntary attraction before. Her heart ached in the most pleasant way, a mixture of warmth, longing, and a quiet excitement.
Lingxuan, continuing his routine of helping townspeople and playing with children, seemed unaware of the storm of emotions he had stirred in the young woman following him. To him, it was simply another morning in the city, another opportunity to assist and guide.
But for Su Qingyue, it was a morning that would remain etched in her heart forever—the first time she had truly seen him smile at her, the first time her emotions had betrayed her in such a profound way, and the first time she realized just how deeply she had fallen for Mo Lingxuan.
Even as she tried to compose herself, her blue eyes glimmered with both shyness and longing, her cheeks still flushed from the memory of that smile. The city around them continued its lively rhythm, but for Su Qingyue, everything seemed to revolve around him—the black-robed figure moving with effortless grace, kindness, and strength, who had unwittingly captured her heart in a single, fleeting smile.
The sun was slowly dipping toward the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the city streets. Merchants were beginning to close their stalls, children's laughter gradually faded, and the lively bustle of the morning had given way to a calmer, quieter evening.
Lingxuan stood in the middle of the square, his black robes flowing gently in the evening breeze. He looked toward Su Qingyue, who had been exploring the streets quietly, her white hair glinting faintly in the setting sun.
"It's almost evening," Lingxuan said in a calm, gentle tone. "You should head back home now."
Su Qingyue hesitated, her blue eyes flicking down. "I… I don't want to go back yet," she admitted softly, her voice tinged with worry. "If I return too late, my family will be angry with me…"
Lingxuan's expression softened, his black eyes calm and reassuring. "If anyone scolds you, come back to me instead," he said quietly, his words carrying a subtle warmth that made her heart flutter.
Su Qingyue's cheeks immediately flushed, a deep crimson spreading across her face. Her lips parted slightly, a small smile escaping as she looked up at him. He… he wants me to come to him if I'm in trouble… she thought, a rush of warmth and happiness flooding through her chest.
"I… I will," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper, yet filled with sincerity. She bowed slightly, still blushing from his words, and then turned to leave.
As she walked through the quieting streets toward her home, she could not help but steal glances back at Lingxuan. His calm, confident presence remained, and she felt a strange mixture of admiration, gratitude, and an unmistakable fluttering in her heart. He's… so kind… and he's thinking of me…
Meanwhile, Lingxuan watched her disappear into the streets, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Once she was out of sight, he turned and began walking back toward the sect. The soft light of the evening bathed the city around him, yet his mind was already focused on returning to the familiar walls of the sect.
Upon returning, he found Tianyu waiting in the main hall, his brown eyes curious and alert. "You're back," Tianyu said, his tone calm. "How was your walk?"
Lingxuan shook his head slightly, a small, knowing smile on his lips. "I will not be returning for some time," he replied quietly, his expression unreadable yet serene.
Tianyu's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You… you won't be back?" he asked cautiously, unsure of what this meant.
Lingxuan's calm gaze met Tianyu's. "Not for now. There are things I need to observe and handle outside the sect," he explained simply. His voice carried an unmistakable sense of resolve and quiet authority, leaving no room for argument.
Tianyu nodded, understanding without questioning further. "Very well," he said, his voice steady. "I will ensure everything in the sect is managed while you are away."
Lingxuan inclined his head once, then left the hall, moving silently toward the direction of the city. The soft glow of lanterns was beginning to light the streets, and the city's evening calm was settling in. Though the streets were quieter now, Lingxuan's mind remained alert, his thoughts partly on the city and partly on the young woman he had left behind—the girl who had captured his attention and who would, in time, hold a special place in his heart.
For Su Qingyue, walking home with her cheeks still flushed and her heart racing, the evening sky seemed to glow brighter. The memory of Lingxuan's words, his gentle assurance, and the promise of his protection lingered in her mind, filling her with warmth and happiness. She could not help but feel that this was only the beginning of something significant—something that would quietly, inevitably bind their hearts together.
As the night slowly fell over the city, the two of them—one walking toward home, the other moving silently through the streets—were connected by an invisible thread, subtle yet unbreakable, that marked the start of a deep and meaningful bond.