Patron, Please Stay. This Little Monk Isn't Interested

Wuxin could not understand why this girl had torn the roof off his room in the middle of the night. He also could not understand why she kept following him, insisting that he give up his monastic life…

He: “Please stop, benefactor…”

She: “If you stop running, I’ll stop.”

He… “Benefactor, this humble monk is a Buddhist monk.”

She: “Monks can leave the order. Besides, you haven’t even received your head scars yet, so there’s still plenty of time.”

He…

Was this a one-sided, relentless pursuit, or a bond from two lifetimes that could never be severed? Love’s origins are unknown, yet once it begins, it runs deep.