After Becoming a Widow, I Dragged the Buddha's Chosen One from His Altar

Six months into her marriage, Qi Su, who has just turned eighteen, becomes a young widow, and a widow with a terrible reputation at that. Soft and alluring, with a figure that inspires pity. Her beauty is a knife, and one that cuts her herself. To survive, on a stormy night, she uses every trick she can to cling to the aloof Buddhist monk at Ciyun Temple. “Master, doesn’t Buddha save all people? Save me. Rescue me!” The monk gazes at her solemnly, turning his prayer beads, his eyes dark and inscrutable.