Another year.
When the monk passed by here again, there was no one beside him. He saw the beautiful white elm trees outside the east gate blocking out the sun, and the beautiful beautiful grove on Wanqiu with lush branches and leaves.
A beautiful little girl in her youth was dancing under the green trees. The scene changed, and the immature little girl turned into a woman wearing a red skirt.
"The son of Zizhong is whirling beneath him." I saw the monk murmuring, with loneliness in his eyes.
The woman turned around and raised her head, her pretty face filled with anger, and she said angrily: "Stupid monk, there is clearly another sentence before me!"
He knew that, but he didn't say it.
Unexpectedly, it became a regret.
After a long time, the monk opened his eyes and left quietly.
The beads on his neck swayed faintly when he closed his eyes.
Screenshot taken on 2021.12.03
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
