Under the bodhi tree, the man was dressed in white clothes that were better than snow, and his clear and warm eyes were as pure and dust-free as if they had been washed by the stream of light.
Just like when we first met him, he was always so elegant, unsullied, free from desires and desires, calm and composed. And she, just arrived, like a newborn baby, facing everything unfamiliar, what should she do to find what she wants?
Meeting her was beyond all his imagination; falling in love with her was exhausting his life. Strong and deep love is what he is willing to give without repayment. What's the harm even if it only costs her a look back and a smile?