After everything was done, he let out a long sigh and ran his fingers through his wet hair. Then, he took off his clothes and wrung them dry before putting them on again and leaving the room.
As soon as he did, the cold mountain wind blew and he sneezed.
The other monk was on his way over with tea. When he saw Gabriel still wearing his wet clothes, he said, "Dear guest, why didn't you change? You'll get sick like this."
Gabriel frowned slightly. "The wishing tree outside has the wishes of all the devotees? Including my wife's?"
The monk nodded and murmured as he said, "So she's your wife. I thought she was the girlfriend of the other man today."
Feeling something was amiss, the monk looked up and was met with Gabriel's dark gaze. The monk stuck his tongue out. He was quite young, about twelve, and chubby. When he smiled, he looked a little like the laughing Buddha.
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