He placed his neatly folded hands together and said, "Benefactor, do you require anything?"
Cheng Weiyue smiled as she handed him a red sugar bun, "It's made by my mother, try it little monk."
Life in the monastery was frugal, with few variations in their daily meals.
The young monk's eyes lit up at the sight of the red sugar bun in Cheng Weiyue's hand, taking it while shaking his head and muttering his thanks to the benefactor.
"No need to thank me, I'd like to go under the Lovesick Tree to pray for a blessing now. Could you please not tell the host about it?" Cheng Weiyue blinked and said, "I'll be back very soon."
"Master has instructed me to take good care of you. I naturally won't speak of things you wish to keep secret," the young monk replied resolutely, shaking his head, "You are our guest, you may go wherever you like."
So, Cheng Weiyue, who had just promised Zhou Jingwei to wait for the snow to stop before going out, headed straight for the Lovesick Tree.
