Wuxin couldn't figure out why this girl lifted up the roof of his house in the middle of the night, and Wuxin couldn't figure out why this girl kept following him and asking him to return to secular life...
Him: Donor, please stay...
Her: Don't run, I'll just stay
He... The donor, the young monk is a monk
Her: A monk can return to secular life. Besides, your fragrant scars haven't been healed yet. It's totally late.
He...
Is it a wishful stalking, or is it a love that has lasted two generations? I don't know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper.
