"...Mom, don't go. I feel so awful..."
He pressed Yin Tingxue's burning forehead and touched her soft, thin lips, involuntarily recalling her final words before she fell asleep.
Whenever she made requests to him, she'd always follow with a "Is that okay?" But with her mother... she never needed so many words.
Chen Yi silently gazed at her sleeping face, unsure of what to say.
The clay pot shattered, the maple tree was cut down, and even the stone Bodhisattva had been moved away...
So it turned out that with every step forward, the girl lost a step of her world.
She was the daughter of Yintai Temple, but Yintai Temple seemed to have become nothing more than an empty shell.
In a trance, Chen Yi realized that the girl's world seemed to have shrunk until only he remained at its center.
