Si Chu sneered at the supernatural, thinking that if only praying to the Buddha and seeking the immortal could fulfill wishes, then people wouldn't need to strive, wouldn't need to hustle for their lives, or toil for their futures. Wouldn't it be easier just to stay at home and pray for immortals to grant their desires?
If immortals really had such powers, why were there still so many poor and frustrated people in the world?
However, when he looked up and met Mingshu's earnest gaze, the words of refusal got stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
He knew that she was just trying to make him happy, even though such methods seemed childish and laughable to him.
But... this was the first time in his life someone had tried to cheer him up.
Si Chu's lips moved slightly, and as if possessed, he took the box and held it in his arms. He saw Mingshu's eyes quickly curve into a smile as if she were very happy, and involuntarily, the corners of his mouth also twitched into a smile.
