The old man was dumbfounded when he heard this. He said, "Amitabha,' and led Qin Mo into the worship hall.
The Confucian classics were flipped to the tenth chapter. The gown on the monk floated up slightly. The words had the smell of Buddhist incense. There was only one sentence on the paper. "I hope that the little tiger, who wears her pajamas, will always be safe and happy." After that, someone kept the amulet carefully and wore it on the spot closest to his heart.
Whether he was at the military unit or studying overseas, or after he finished his studies and was protecting his country at the borders; he was always wearing this amulet which contradicted his identity.
On the day of the quarrel, the two children hadn't known what would happen in the future. Even the little tiger thought that she would be able to look for Momo after this thing was completed, all the way until the sky turned dark.