hopelessly in love

[-]. Yudu.

The quiet days were finally broken one day.

To be precise, this kind of influence is only for that monk.

The eyes of the half-blind monk are always foggy. Those clear eyes look so good to outsiders, but he is half-blind just like that.

People don't know why, but the half-blindness didn't make life difficult for the monk, and he seemed to be familiar with it.

Quietly, leaning on an old log from the mountain, moving down little by little.

It was still the same as usual, but at this moment his feet did not move, and his brows frowned slightly.

Leaning down, it's human breath.

Although the breath exhaled by the man was already very weak, he still kindly felt that it was a familiar breath that did not belong here.

His heart was disturbed by the breath, and he almost panicked at that moment.

A pair of white hands unexpectedly covered the cheeks of the weakly breathing man lying on the ground at this moment.

It was too late to say it, but the man who was lying on the ground just now turned over and stood up, and the pair of white hands almost touched the man's lips.

Microsoft, just like him when he was a kid.

"Who are you?"

He walked right behind the monk, and put a knife on his neck.

"I should be the one to ask the benefactor, right?"

As he spoke, he joked calmly, but the reddish tips of his ears betrayed him.

"... "

"Pfft—" The man's hand softened, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.

The monk seemed to have expected it, and immediately stretched out his hand, just in time to hug the person with closed eyes tightly in his arms.

"The breath is messed up again."

The monk yelled inwardly, but the relaxed expression he pretended just now suddenly sank again, his brows tightened, his eyes seemed to want to break free from the fog, and see the person he was thinking about in his arms.

But there is no way.

"Since I have converted to Buddhism, I should get rid of all my thoughts."

He suddenly thought of how he stood in front of the statues of gods and Buddhas that day, and his heart was pulled hard again.

He really wanted, if he wanted to go back to the past, he must never meet this person in his arms again.