Hua Qing held her as if he was holding a precious treasure.
Reluctant to let go.
He watched her constantly, and every so often, would bestow upon her an affectionate kiss.
Until from outside the cabin, a long-drawn monastic chant was heard,
"Amitabha."
Hua Qing's eyelids drooped.
Shortly after.
He walked outside draped in a black robe embroidered with golden threads.
His hair hung loose, and his entire demeanor was exceptionally languid after the indulgence of passion.
He held a smile,
"Monk, it is you."
He had seen him before on the way to Snake-man Village.
It was also this monk he had spoken with this night.
The monk then chanted once more,
"Amitabha."
As he spoke again,
"Benefactor, please spare all sentient beings."
Hua Qing nodded in agreement
"What is the monk talking about? I don't understand?"
The monk heaved a long sigh,
"You don't care about the myriad of sentient beings, could it be you don't care about that girl either?"
