For as long as Li Zhenzhen can remember, her world is shrouded in darkness. Blind since birth, she is robbed o…
For as long as Li Zhenzhen can remember, her world is shrouded in darkness.
Blind since birth, she is robbed of the simple freedom to live as others do.
Shoved, cursed, detested, her life is defined by the cruel treatment of others. All of it can be summed up by a small bag of copper coins, the price of her fate.
Rebellion is a thought she never entertains. She has never even heard of rebellion. To her, it seems everyone lives the same way, like rootless reeds drifting aimlessly on a vast, indifferent river, carried by the currents of fate, destined to sink into its depths.
So, when she was sold to that family as a servant and slave, she said nothing. When they promised her to a sick, deranged man, she said nothing. On their wedding night, when the crowd closed in, knives in hand, she remained silent. She simply lowered her head, exposing her fragile neck, like a sheep waiting for slaughter.
Then, in that moment of helplessness, another blade intercepted the knives.
A young man pressed a short sword into her hand, and in that instant, she realized there was another way.
The people who once tormented her now kneel before her, trembling at the sight of the blade in her hand, just as she had once trembled before theirs.
Later, someone asks the Lunar Goddess why she chooses the path of a swordswoman. She never answers. Instead, she gently touches her sword.
It is the only tool she has ever needed to survive in this world.