Little Daisy

When people asked Patriarch Lin what kind of flower the Sect Leader reminded him of, the old man had taken a long time before replying calmly. "Daisy." Not elegant peony nor pure lotus, just simple daisy you can find randomly in nature. Meiyi was just like that. Simple mind, easy to please, avoiding attention to live peacefully. She didn't seek reputation or wealth, didn't bother to prove she was better than anyone, only tried to live through her day. And yet, despite her little presence, she always managed to find a way to add a small part of her in every corner of the sect. From the training ground with her weird practice suggestions for the disciples, the kitchen she often cooked her famous chicken rice on special occasions, the outdoor studying courtyard she designed in silence, the medicinal trees she spent time researching to plant around the healing chamber... Daisy is symbol of happiness and purity. Pure? No, he didn't think she was. Even when she didn't bother to compete with others, sometimes Meiyi was still calculating when it came to the Sect's benefits. Happiness? Sure, she smiled a lot but didn't mean the nights full of tears didn't exist. She just...existed. Like a small daisy that sprouted slowly despite the harshness of nature. And no matter how many times she fell in battle, she always tried to crawl back up even when death called for her. She didn't need to be an elegant flower that needs to be treasured. She was just there, coloring people's lives with her simple presence. Afterall, compared to a peony that needs gentle touch, laying on a field of daisy flowers to fall asleep is not a bad option, no?