That day, he closed his eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the mantra she recited from the sutra.
That month, he shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch her fingertips
That year, he kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet her, but just to keep close to her warmth.
In that life, he traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate for the next life, but just to meet her on the way.
However, on that night, he forgot everything, gave up his faith, and gave up reincarnation, just because the crimson bead that once cried in front of the Buddha had long lost its luster...