Ming Yi's delicate white face was still covered in tears, holding back her sobs, looking particularly adorable. "Really?"
"Monks don't lie."
Ming Yi threw herself at Ming Jing and hugged her neck. "Second Senior, I really missed you a lot."
Ming Jing gently patted her back, her eyes warm and loving, "Senior missed you too."
Ming Jing stood up, "Let's go pay our respects to Master first."
On the table was the memorial tablet for Abbess Ming Xin, and on the altar were fresh fruits and snacks. The place was spotless, which showed that the juniors cleaned it every day.
Ming Jing pulled them to kneel on the meditation cushions and held incense in her hands.