[Tudo em Wuxia] Romântico

This year, winter came to Guandong earlier than ever. Just after Cold Dew, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky. The region was cold and dry, so the snow rarely melted, instead settling like sand, accumulating on the ground. In just one night, the entire street was covered in a white shroud.

Tianyu remembered her employer’s instructions and rose early, sweeping the snow from the smithy’s threshold. Once finished, she returned inside and boiled a large pot of water. As the water came to a boil, her younger brother Tianyong awoke. The siblings washed their faces together. The warmth of the hot towel revived them considerably.

Tianyong squeezed the towel, exhaled, blinked, and asked, “Brother, what would you like to eat? I’ll make it.” Tianyu thought for a moment, then replied, “Let’s simmer some noodles in last night’s black-bone chicken soup. That’s the master’s favorite.” At her words, the young boy’s face fell, and he muttered, “I was asking what you wanted to eat, not what the master likes.”

Tianyu said nothing, only looked at her disgruntled brother in silence. Soon enough, under her calm gaze, Tianyong gave in, turned his face away, and said, “Alright, I get it. I’ll go make it now.” Relieved by his concession, Tianyu relaxed.

If she could, she wouldn’t be so strict with the only family member she had after crossing over. But given their current circumstances, they had no choice but to curry favor with the smithy’s owner, the only person willing to shelter them.

Yes, Tianyu was a transmigrant. In her previous life—or rather, befor