Si Yiyan had no idea when he fell asleep. However, when he was in a daze, her tender hands seemed to possess the power to get rid of his uneasiness and bring him comfort.
In his dream, he became a pious religious leader worshiping his religion.
The sounds of her sweet and tender voice had a tinge of melancholy, giving his soul a break.
Wen Xinya was right about him being unkind despite being an avid Buddhist.
He had a good night's sleep.
Si Yiyan woke up to see the morning sun shining through the window and onto the room's fragrant and vibrant Chinese roses.
The Buddhist sutra from his dream rang in his years.
"In the middle of lust, if one can recite the name of Buddha and Bodhisattva, or a classic verse of a Mahayana sutra…"
It was about getting rid of sins and calming one's senses.
