Gathering her scattered thoughts, Ye Zao and the Fourth Master knelt before the Buddha.
Ye Zao's thoughts wandered; only this Buddha could make the Fourth Master kneel without hesitation.
While her mind wandered, the Fourth Master sincerely prayed to the Buddha for Ye Zao's well-being.
Ye Zao looked at the Fourth Master's profile and somehow understood this.
The sunlight outside was excellent.
It shone in, illuminating their backs, casting light on the Fourth Master's profile.
The Fourth Master glanced at her; he truly loved her.
Although ancient people didn't speak of love, they didn't have this concept.
But his affection must have reached the level of love.
Sometimes, Ye Zao didn't want to differentiate between liking and loving, aren't they the same?
The Fourth Master liked her.
Thus, when she was feeling unwell, the Fourth Master would worry and sincerely pray to the Buddha.
In her view, something pointless, the Fourth Master knelt to pray.
