The moment Gong Yimo came in, he had noticed her. She, a poor little boy, suddenly barged in and kept her gaze on the Bodhisattva as if she had lost her soul. But right now, she looked like she was in pain truthfully, so the old man hurriedly asked, “Young lad, how are you? Are you sick?”


  He was a bit worried because there was a rule in the temple where sick people weren’t allowed to casually stay for the night. Therefore, if Gong Yimo was sick, she needed to either endure it or be driven out once she was exposed.

  Gong Yimo was tugged by the old man and this caused her to put the old man’s hands behind his back as reflex. She sharply gazed at the old man as if she had grabbed a hold of her last hope.

  “I’m fine……just very tired……”


  Hearing her explanation, the old man who was frightened by her gaze sighed and hurriedly gave her his spot.

  “Since this is the case, I’ll give you this spot. Have a good rest tonight and I’ll put up with sleeping under the tree.”


  Gong Yimo opened her mouth, wanting to say no, but the other party was adamant. Because she was too tired and her body was swaying, she ended up lying down.