As the wind rose, clouds drifted and unfurled. The distant bell of an ancient temple pierced a thousand years of dust and rang before a secluded meditation room. Inside, candlelight flickered and a dim lamp cast its glow over a solitary figure: Mo Chan, a soul reborn with memories of a past life. His eyes were deep, as though he could see the essence of all things, yet now and then they revealed a subtle tenderness and sorrow. In the company of the ancient Buddha and the lamplight, a deeply hidden tale of love slowly unfolds, moving readers with the depth and enduring nature of emotion.
