"Having reverence?" Bao Ye sneered: "Gods and Buddhas are nothing but illusions, just psychological creations for people to lean on."
"What's the use of reverence?"
Jiang Ruan's eyebrows furrowed; she instinctively covered his mouth: "Don't say that."
Bao Ye's dark eyes watched her, signaling her to let go.
"Forget it, you're an atheist after all, no matter how much I tell you, you won't listen," Jiang Ruan said, pulling back her hand: "Whether it's a psychological comfort or not, I'm willing to believe in it. It's fine if you don't believe in Buddha, as long as I do."
Bao Ye didn't feel like arguing: "Hmm."
Jiang Ruan said, putting the Buddha Beads back on his wrist. Holding his hand, she said: "Perhaps you have a point, but after all, it is a deity—a sense of reverence is appropriate."
