"Have you ever missed someone?"
In the early morning, the young monk in front of Lingyin Temple looked back. In front of the incense burner in front of the main hall, a girl was kneeling on a futon with her hands clasped together and her eyes closed, praying devoutly to the Buddha.
Maybe I heard it wrong. The young monk touched his smooth head, yawned and walked towards the main hall with a broom. It was really strange these days. A handsome young man had just walked in front of him. His robe had not yet left the door of the side hall. This girl was also kneeling on the same futon and praying to Buddha. It was strange and strange.