Every month on the fifteenth, the curse would take hold, the pain unbearable. While the other disciples had fun, I was alone, enduring the agony in the shadows.
Azure was oblivious to my suffering.
He is the noble son of Jasper Sage, the head of the Immortal Sect, and I am but a foundling. Jasper didn't want his son to suffer, so the onus was on me to win Azure's heart.
If I failed, I would live in perpetual torment.
As a child, I was spirited and playful, much like any other. But one day, Wynd caught me being carefree.
That night, he summoned me in private, his brow furrowed, and made me kneel outside the corridor all night to reflect.
"You must remember you are to be Azure's wife! How can a partner be so unruly? You must be gentle and obedient, always putting him first, winning his affection. Do you understand?"
That night, the biting wind left me with a lingering ache in my leg.
I had to be compliant and love Azure or suffer the consequences.
Over time, even I forgot if my affection for him was genuine.
Now, looking at him kneeling before me, I couldn't help but feel a bitter amusement.