The night was growing darker, and the whole of Yu State City had quieted down.
Dim moonlight filtered through the window lattice.
Zhao Qingmei said sternly, "Brother, you must not believe that old monk's words."
Buddhism is not as good as many imagine, but it's not as bad as those who seek to eradicate it would claim. When a forest grows, all kinds of birds will inhabit it.
Who can say if that old monk would try to persuade An Jing to convert to Buddhism?
After all, An Jing is just an ordinary doctor. What if he gets swayed by the monk's misleading words?
"What are you thinking about?"
An Jing responded irritably, "How could I ever become a monk? Leave you as a widow?"
"Brother, I knew you wouldn't leave me."
Zhao Qingmei smiled as she hugged An Jing's neck.
Her delicate face, accompanied by eyes like autumn water, especially those ruby lips, made one want to taste them.
"Knock, knock!"
"Is Doctor An here?"
.....
At this moment, there came a knock from the front hall.
