A question popped into Xiao Wu's mind. 'See someone? Who?'
But the thought was fleeting. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she soon tilted her head and drifted off to sleep.
...
The next day, when a Little Monk came with an invitation, Xiao Wu finally learned who her sister had said she was going to see.
Master Shiyuan.
Hearing the name, Xiao Wu froze. She had a vague feeling she'd heard it somewhere before, but she couldn't quite recall where.
It wasn't until she followed her sister to the meditation room and saw the kind-faced, benevolent-looking old man in gray robes that her confusion deepened.
'She'd really never met him before!'
She had an excellent memory. If she had met someone, she would never forget them. But this man was a complete stranger to her.
Ye Chutang came to a stop, pressed her palms together, and bowed respectfully. "Master Shiyuan."
The old man chanted "Amitabha Buddha," his gaze on Ye Chutang both kind and filled with emotion.
