Ling Xixue is the dependable senior sister of Xuantian Sect, clear-minded and dignified, with everyone’s respect. She thought she had overcome all worldly desires and kept a still heart. Only one person unsettled that peace: her respected master Shuang Ning, cold-faced and icy, a thousand years of calm detachment. Anyone approaching him felt a chill. Ling Xixue once believed that too. Until one night he suddenly grabbed her wrist and traced her pulse: "Your heartbeat is disturbed." she froze. Everything changed. During training, the master held her from behind to adjust her sword form; his breath brushed her ear and a hoarse voice said, "Relax, you are trembling." Under moonlight he came close and touched her mouth corner: "Ink is on your lips." But she clearly saw no ink. The worst part came in voice message: "Xixue, my master might have been poisoned by love. Come check me." Ling gripped the jade slip, ears burning: "Master, you are clearly acting." A pause, then a light laugh: "You found out." Shuang Ning entered, stepping closer, driving this normally stable disciple against the wall. The face he showed, like ice-carved jade, softened into a smile not seen before, like spring waves on a thousand-year cold lake. "Tell me, Xixue, why can only you make me unable to pretend?" The whole sect noticed Master Jingyue had changed. He only smiled near the senior sister. Each time he looked at her, her ears reddened as if they would drip blood. The crowd asked: what happened? Ling: Don’t ask. She was the one who started the chase.