[This story is not behind a paywall. A completed short story of around ten thousand characters.]
*Contains angst. Read with caution.*
You say all things are empty, yet you keep your eyes tightly shut.
Look up at me. I don't believe your eyes are empty.
That day, the snow fell all night.
Qingjia found an abandoned baby girl outside the temple.
The Buddha doesn't ask you to take refuge. The Buddha wants you to be happy.
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