Suchen was having yet another dream. This time, Lika was an ancient, breathtakingly beautiful swordsman, and Suchen was her master. In her memories, Lika had been abandoned as an orphan in her childhood, and Suchen, as the number one wandering swordsman of the Jianghu, had recognized her innate talent and taken her in as his disciple.
Late at night, the room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Lika sat gracefully before Suchen. Her silver hair fell like a waterfall over an elfin face. Lowering her gaze slightly, she cast delicate shadows with her long eyelashes, looking exceptionally shy. "Master... your disciple has a favor to ask."
Lika bit her lower lip, seemingly weighing her words. When she raised her eyes to look at Suchen, her gaze revealed a hint of anxiety mingled with anticipation. "What is it?" Suchen asked. Seemingly gathering her courage, Lika flushed a rosy white, though the corners of her mouth couldn't help curving upward slightly—she seemed to have anticipated his reaction all along.
Chapter 61