Mr. Xie, carrying a hoe with soil still clinging to his hands, spied Qingran and Xie Ying'an from afar as they too had ventured into the backyard.
Mr. Xie was about to toss aside the half-planted flowers to ask if they had paid their respects at the temple, but upon looking up again, to his surprise, he saw two young people pressed close together.
Ahem, in that case, it wasn't proper for him to go over there, so he decided to watch a bit longer.
However, what he observed next alerted Mr. Xie that something was amiss.
Hold on...
Mr. Xie's slightly clouded eyes widened, and he craned his neck in the direction where Qingran was standing.
Why was it his grandson who was pinned down on the stone???
That demure, gentle girl who usually spoke in soft whispers, what was she doing to his grandson?
This was supposed to be the pure land of Buddhism!!!
