After regaining his memory, Jiqing slowly stood up and straightened out the wrinkled monk's robe. He looked at the sunlight coming in from the window and couldn't help but reach out to grab it. He spread his palms as if he could catch the sunlight in his hands.

Looking at her palms quietly, Jiqing smiled, "Senior brother, you have always been my sunshine, lighting up my world. This time, it's my turn."

"Azi, a little monk just said that the master sent some fresh fruits ...