Upon the altar within the Nian Sword space, amidst the azure seawater simulated by Hall Master Pan, Yan Xiao'er felt dazed, as if she were Mu Yan, yet also as if she were A-Li, trapped within a blue prison.
A-Li at fifteen was just reaching womanhood, a big girl from a small seaside fishing village. Needless to say, she certainly never enjoyed the privilege of coming-of-age ceremonies meant for the daughters of the capital's Grand Tutor—she probably never even had one celebrated at all.
As for Yan Xiao'er, what genuine crises had her life ever experienced? Even if she possessed a hint of wildness, it was merely like a little wild rose in a garden tended with meticulous care, carrying nothing more than harmless thorns.
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