The meals were vegetarian, without meat, a dietary habit Zhou Luchen was accustomed to from his usual light fare.
The food and drinks Zhuang Ming brought included several cups of milk tea and coffee in different flavors.
Not knowing which she preferred, he had simply ordered the most expensive of everything in the store.
After dinner, Shen Jing left the courtyard for a walk to aid her digestion.
The area was deserted and quiet, bringing an exceptional serenity to the heart.
To the left, a Bodhi Tree stood, its branches festooned with red ribbons.
It was impossible to know whose wishes hung there, or if they had ever come true.
Shen Jing hadn't made a wish. Why would she see the Buddha and burn three incense sticks just to make one?
She looked at the man playing on his phone on the stone bench. "Have you ever made a wish?"
Zhou Luchen's tone was, as usual, indifferent. "Wish for what?"
Shen Jing truly felt she had asked the wrong person.
