Book Synopsis
In the valley, everyone knows that I love the green lamp.
That person carefully placed the green lamp in front of me, then lifted his pure white jade robe. He gently wiped the face of my Buddha statue, his fingertips lingering but ultimately resting on a mark on my forehead.
It was a kiss mark.
When I entered the Buddhist Sect, I was mocked for this kiss mark and accused of having unclean senses. But who knows?
It is precisely because of this kiss mark that I am able to abandon love with such resolve.
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