So generous!
Qiao Dongyang's mind buzzed.
Presented with a lavish gift from his girlfriend, he couldn't muster any joy.
"Chi Yue, what on earth goes through your mind all day?" he said, unsatisfied. He smacked her back hard and scolded, "What nonsense are you spouting in front of the Buddha? Have some respect."
Chi Yue suddenly turned back, gazing at the Buddha statue. "The Buddha's heart is full of mercy because he understands the sufferings of all beings. Therefore, the Buddha understands you—and understands me, too. He won't blame us."
"..."
The temple wasn't very big, so there wasn't much to see.
The two of them made a round around the subsidiary halls, and on their way back, Chi Yue donated some incense money to every merit box she saw—some notes were small, some large, some donations more, some less—until there wasn't a single bill left in her wallet. Then she patted her purse and said, "All gone."
