Xiao Qing felt very happy living at the Green Dragon Sect, her state of mind much more peaceful than in the bustling city. In that concrete jungle fortress, she felt suffocated. Everyone looked at her with strange expressions—mocking, sarcastic, sympathetic, pitying. None of these were expressions she wanted to see.
The people at the Green Dragon Sect would not. Whether it was the aloof and proud Lin Qianxue or the gentle and kind Lin Zhao Yun, or even Xiao Pang who delivered meals to her every day, their eyes looked upon her normally. So normal that she forgot about the scar on her face, her lack of pretty clothes and snacks. No internet, no bars, none of the pleasures young people chased, but the gaze of others gave her a sense of belonging.
Xiao Qing even thought inwardly that if her face could not be healed, she would remain here and live a secluded life forever. Aren't people outside searching for a peaceful paradise for their minds? She had already found it.
