Liuli frowned and said, "You make it sound so easy, but it's not that easy to forget. But then again..."

She stared intently into Shi Chan's eyes. In the soft moonlight, his deep black eyes shone like stars, their expression profound and distant, subtly revealing wisdom and tranquility. She said thoughtfully, "Your eyes are so much like Bai Ling's eyes, really..."

Shi Chan paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "Is that so? Perhaps it's just a coincidence."

Liuli sighed, leaned back against the tree trunk, looked up at the starry sky, and murmured, "My lark...where are you?"

Shi Chan put his palms together and smiled, "It's getting late, Miss Liuli should go to sleep early."

“But I can’t sleep…” Liuli’s eyes darted around, and she said with a smile, “Little monk, why don’t you give me a sermon? I get sleepy as soon as I hear you give a sermon.”

Shi Chan smiled wryly and nodded in agreement, "Alright."

He lowered his head to straighten his clothes, sat up straight, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes slightly, and began to recite various scriptures in a steady voice.

After listening for a while, Liuli felt extremely sleepy. She slowly closed her eyes, tilted her head back against the tree trunk, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

After a long while, Shi Chan looked up and saw that she had fallen asleep. He shook his head and smiled, then stopped lecturing. After hesitating for a moment, he took off his outer monk's robe and gently covered her with it.

The night grew deeper, but he was wide awake. He stared intently at the sleeping woman's face in the moonlight. She was sleeping soundly, her eyes closed, concealing her mischievous gaze. Her mouth was slightly open, emitting steady breaths. Her sleeping face was as peaceful as a baby's.

Shi Chan just kept staring at her, completely forgetting the Buddhist precepts his master had taught him, and couldn't take his eyes off her for even a moment.