Beside the Bodhi tree, there's a long bench. Yin Shixiu took some fruit he had prepared earlier from the bag and handed it to her.
Then he urged her to watch the bag while he went to find a place to wash his hands and face.
Su Xiaomeng lifted the bag and walked to the large banyan tree. She quietly looked at the red ribbons.
How many have entrusted their longing here? And how many of those wishes are ultimately fulfilled?
"Amitabha Buddha, benefactress, is there something on your mind?"
The temple's abbot approached her, fiddling with a string of beads in his hand, and spoke softly.
Su Xiaomeng did not look at the abbot, only murmured, "There is... it's the most bittersweet longing in this world."
To hold the hand of one, and grow old with them.
"Amitabha Buddha, benefactress, you might as well entrust your grievances to the Bodhi. If fate allows, the most bitter longing in the world can also turn sweet."
