There was a storm that year, and Xu Qianqian lost contact with the maid. She had no choice but to hide in a nearby temple for one night. The temple was silent. Xu Qianqian wrapped herself tightly and walked around the temple, watching a snow scene. There was a person in that scene, and she had been entangled with that person for half her life.
"Jing'an."
"What?"
"Let's go see the snow tomorrow."
"Okay."
It doesn't matter if your heart is toward the Buddha and I am toward the country. For the remaining decades of your life, it's best to be mindful.
The direct lady x the cold monk
Intention: Only love cannot be let down