Bugui didn't mind the girl's unrestrained scrutiny. He placed the teapot down and retrieved a red bracelet from his sleeve.
He handed it to her, saying, "This is a Peace Rope that I've chanted over. Wear it."
Bugui didn't refer to himself as "this humble monk," nor did he address her as "benefactor."
His natural tone made Yu Zhi feel an even stronger sense of familiarity.
"Do we know each other?" She hesitated as she spoke, but her curiosity drove her to ask.
Bugui calmly looked at her for a few seconds, his tranquil eyes betraying no emotion: "No."
"Then why are you giving this to me? You knew I would come, didn't you?"
For some reason, his simple denial made Yu Zhi a bit angry, and her voice grew noticeably colder.
Noticing the girl's heightened emotions, Shi Wei immediately took hold of her hand under the table, where no one else could see, and gently squeezed it.
