The main hall of Ci'en Temple is filled with sandalwood.
Xie Yan stood behind her grandmother and listened to the abbot's sermon. He accidentally raised his eyes - outside the palace door, a girl in a lotus-colored shirt was standing on tiptoe to reach the wind chimes under the eaves.
The setting sun in the afternoon enveloped her whole body in the light, and her side face was as white as jade through the light.
She couldn't reach it, so she stamped her foot, and the floral flowers on her skirt trembled.
The beads in Xie Yan's hand stopped. He looked at her for three breaths. She's gone.
The main hall of Ci'en Temple is filled with sandalwood.
Xie Yan stood behind her grandmother and listened to the abbot's sermon. He accidentally raised his eyes - outside the palace door, a girl in a lotus-colored shirt was standing on tiptoe to reach the wind chimes under the eaves.
The setting sun in the afternoon enveloped her whole body in the light, and her side face was as white as jade through the light.
She couldn't reach it, so she looked back at the palace, then turned back and stretched out her hand, finally reaching the red rope. The copper bell rang, and she secretly smiled.
The beads in Xie Yan's hand stopped. He looked at her for three breaths. She's gone.
Lin Yuan turned around and came over: "What are you looking at? Your eyes are almost flying out."
Xie Yan slowly turned around, with a calm expression on his face: "It's nothing. I just suddenly felt that today's sutra was a bit hot."
