"I've never really thought about that," Xiao Mo said, his voice still serene. "Truthfully, chanting Buddhist scriptures every day is quite nice. As for marrying and having children... a family would be nice, of course, but marriage comes with its own set of troubles."
"Ohhh—" The woman drew out the sound, her lips forming a slight pout as her expression turned a little cross.
Behind Xiao Mo's back, she secretly clenched her hands into fists, looking like she wanted nothing more than to knock some sense into his thick skull.
But in the end, the woman restrained herself and didn't press the subject.
By dusk, Xiao Mo had carried the woman on his back all the way into the village and to the courtyard of her home.
"Should I go get the village chief's wife for you? You've sprained your ankle, and living alone might be difficult." Xiao Mo asked with concern, glancing around the quiet courtyard.
