Tao Ti felt certain she was done for, that this fierce monk would surely hit her like her mother used to, or scold her at least.
She was taken to a place, the door opened, and a fragrance wafted towards her, the table laden with many exquisite pastries.
Tao Ti pursed her lips, not letting her saliva dribble down.
"Hungry?"
With no one else around, Luo Hanchen was quite gentle and affectionate.
Before becoming a monk, he had a daughter too, but she had been brutally murdered by a criminal gang.
At that time, his daughter was about the same size as Little Taotie now.
Latterly he completed his mission, but it left him all alone.
Unwilling to stay on the police force, and at one point harboring suicidal thoughts, he had, as a child, learned martial arts at Shaolin Temple—who would have thought that after so much, he would end up back at Shaolin Temple, this time truly shaving his head and taking the monastic vows.
