The silk handkerchief in her arms suddenly became scorching hot.
Yan Zhuoxu's hand, which was pressing against the door frame, loosened slightly. His gaze fell on her face for a moment, then shifted to the moonlight outside the wall.
"Can you ask Chen Bi to look for it?"
Shen Zhiyi nodded, “I’ve searched everywhere inside and out.”
Yan Zhuoxu's expression remained calm: "It's just a handkerchief, if it's lost, it's lost. Why bother with it so much?"
Shen Zhiyi sighed, “It’s a handkerchief I really like.”
“I carry it with me every day.”
"I embroidered it myself, stitch by stitch, without having anyone else do it."
"Master, did you really not see it?"
Yan Zhuoxu's mind suddenly flashed back to the image of her pinching and pressing those silk threads, every inch of them brushing against her fingertips, and even lowering her head to bite off the thread ends with her mouth...
Maybe she used it to wipe her sweat.
Forehead, neck, behind the ears...
The handkerchief touched every part of her face, even... her body.
His Adam's apple rolled.
A strong itchy feeling spread all over my body.
He let go of the door frame and held the Buddhist beads in his palm, pressing them against his body.
She pressed the handkerchief closer and tighter to her arms.
"I used it during the medicinal bath." His voice was inexplicably hoarse. He lowered his eyes and stared at her face. "I haven't seen it since then."
Shen Zhiyi paused and lowered his eyelashes, "Really..."
"That's such a pity..."
Yan Zhuoxu looked at her with a slightly frown on his face, and he really looked a little regretful. A feeling of pity and regret welled up in his heart.
He looked away, no longer looking into her eyes.
Taking something without asking is stealing.
He broke the rules again.
Yan Zhuoxu's brows were deeply furrowed, and he didn't understand why he would rather lie than leave her the handkerchief.
Lying and stealing.
Now that he has broken two precepts in a row, will Buddha... still forgive him?
If she knew the truth, how would she look at him?
Yan Zhuoxu tightened his jaw, his expression suddenly becoming stern. "It's late, go to bed early."
Shen Zhiyi took a step forward and walked into his palace.
"Master, don't you want to take a look at this thank you gift I prepared for you?"
"Thank you for the gift?" Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes, looked at the distance between them, and calmly took a half step back.
Shen Zhiyi nodded.
"This item is confidential, Master, please examine it carefully behind closed doors."
She walked to the cushion with a serious face and sat down in front of the Buddha statue.
Yan Zhuoxu paused.
Raise your hand and close the door.
The lights of the Chang'e not far away flickered for a moment.
He turned around and came over, sitting on the mat opposite her.
"What is it, so cautious?"
Shen Zhiyi moved his body, then knelt on the cushion, clasped his hands together, and worshiped the Buddha statue devoutly.
"As Buddhism says, the human body carries the karma of cause and effect."
"One soul, many souls; the one who comes is the Buddha."
"Master, you gave me a medicinal bath today. You are always blessed by the Buddha. You personally prepared the herbs for me, wiped my sweat and tears. I think my body has also been stained by some Buddhist scriptures. I can call it clean."
"Master, am I right?"
She turned to look at him.
Yan Zhuoxu's dark eyes seemed to be staring at a deep pool, and he looked at her silently for a long while.
All dharmas are impermanent, and the five aggregates are empty.
Her existence in this world is a beautiful and pure body.
He is not her ferryman.
He was... using his filthy thoughts to defile her...
Yan Zhuoxu glanced sideways, looking at the silent Buddha statue.
The compassionate Buddha, with half-closed eyes, sat on the lotus platform, looking at him with a smile as if he could see through everything.
Look at his meanness.
Watching him sink.
But he still hoped that the gods and Buddhas would be merciful and help him...
"Why are you saying this?" Yan Zhuoxu calmed down and stared at the long lantern not far away.
Seeing the flames leaping, Si Yu rolled up the silk handkerchief in his arms and burned it clean.
And burn away all his meanness and darkness.
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