Chapter 924
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She didn't have that confidence anymore. She didn't know if she had stirred up any waves in Yan Fan's calm heart in the past month.
Compared to all the previous planes, Shen Wanqing didn't know where to start with the youth in this plane.
She didn't dare to do anything that crossed the line. She was afraid that she would blaspheme the Gods and Buddhas.
Because ….. she wanted to respect him enough.
Yan Fan looked at her. His eyes were very calm, so calm that it made Shen Wanqing's heart turn cold.
After a while, Yan Fan brushed away her fingertips and took back his sleeve. At that moment, it seemed like he had silently and mercilessly waved his hand.
"Amitabha."
He put his slender and beautiful hands together, his long eyelashes drooped, and his beautiful eyes gently closed.
His attitude was calm and gentle. His handsome face was cold, and his voice was even more gentle, like a mountain stream.
"Your Highness ….."
She watched as he opened his eyes. What was funny was that those eyes that were as calm as a deep pool actually flashed with a trace of apology.
Shen Wanqing laughed at herself. He knew what she was thinking, but he didn't say it out loud.
In the past month, the relationship between the two was ambiguous. They were like friends, but not like friends. They were like strangers asking for scriptures, but not like strangers.
Under his lazy and devilish appearance, his heart had always been calm and peaceful. Although he would not open his mouth to advise Shen Wanqing to stay away from him, Yan Fan had always used a polite and distant attitude to keep her away from him.
"Yan Fan, I ask you. Are you willing to return to the secular world, and then come with me? "Shen Wanqing's voice trembled. She fiercely gritted her teeth, and said each word clearly.
Yan Fan's snow-white fingertips pulled back his sleeve. His excessively bewitching and wild eyebrows restrained a touch of indifference.
He shook his head slightly, his voice calm and indifferent. "Your Highness, don't joke around."
"Are you willing or not!" She looked at him persistently.
Yan Fan sighed, his voice cold and resolute. "This little monk is unwilling."
Shen Wanqing's lips quivered. She looked at him for a long time, and then laughed at herself in a low voice.
She left.
The courtyard became much quieter. The wind was a little chilly today, and there was no sun. The thick layer of ginkgo leaves on the ground was blown up by the wind, filling the air with dust.
Yan Fan closed his eyes, looking compassionate and calm.
"All Dharma is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, and a shadow. It is like dew and lightning. You should observe it as such."
The passing of this month was like a dream, like the morning fog and the lightning that flashed by, and could not be grasped.
Yan Fan slowly opened his eyes. "All laws are impermanent. Everything is within me."
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The next day, the sun rose outside the window and it was warm.
Yan Fan habitually placed a plate of cream cake on the table at noon as usual. He carefully brewed a pot of fragrant tea that Shen Wanqing liked. He sat there with a sutra in his hand, waiting for Shen Wanqing to come over.
But Yan Fan waited for a long time. He waited until sunset, but she still did not come over.
He was not in the mood to study the sutra in his hand. His heart had long been far away in the afternoon.
In the temple's canteen, the disciples saw Yan Fan, who was eccentric and rarely entered the canteen, appear.
Yan Fan saw Dao Xuan. He had heard Shen Wanqing mention Dao Xuan before.
Dao Xuan was very surprised to see Yan Fan coming over. He looked a little flustered. "Senior Yan Fan?"
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