Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

Zhou Zhi looked outside. The sky was clear and the breeze was gentle. The rustling of leaves kept coming into her ears. She became excited and pulled Luo Sui's sleeves. She said, "Do you want to go to the blessing tree outside to pray for blessings?"

"There is a legend that this tree was planted by the gods in heaven. No matter who you are, as long as you walk around the tree three times and hang a blessing belt on it, your wish will come true."

Seeing that she was very excited, Luo Sui's rational voice in his heart did not come out at all. Now he was like a brainless person, and he responded slowly: "Okay."

After asking the abbot of the temple for two prayer ribbons and thanking him obediently, Zhou Zhi and Luo Sui walked out. What came into their sight was an extremely tall tree with a thick trunk and luxuriant branches and leaves. The prayer ribbons on the tree were all flying in the air, like raging flames, licking up into the sky, which was a very spectacular sight.

Wow, if this wishing tree were placed in modern society, it would definitely be a popular check-in spot for internet celebrities.

Zhou Zhi actually didn’t have any wishes, but according to the original owner’s wishes, it was probably a physical regret. After thinking about it, Zhou Zhi, with an empty mind, had to pick up the pen and write down the four-word wish that she had used so much.

【May peace and prosperity be with you. 】

Luo Sui didn't go to see it. She never had such unnecessary curiosity.

In the end, her own prayer belt was hung up together with Luo Sui. Zhou Zhi raised her head and looked at Luo Sui eagerly for a long time, until Luo Sui could no longer ignore her burning gaze. His Adam's apple rolled slightly in the backlight where no one could see: "Why are you looking at me?"

Zhou Zhi smiled awkwardly: "Well, can you help me hang up?"

"of course can."

Luo Sui's answer was so quick that it reached her ears without leaving any pause. However, Zhou Zhi still looked as if he was about to speak but hesitated. Luo Sui swallowed a little and felt strangely nervous. He asked, "Are you still worried about something?"

Zhou Zhi smiled brightly, trying his best to release his gentleness: "That's right, I heard that it's better to hang this kind of thing as high as possible. You see, I'm not tall, but I really want to hang it higher, you see..."

Zhou Zhi was actually quite unsure, after all, the guy in front of her looked quite straight, and she was afraid that he would suddenly say, "It doesn't matter whether you hang these things high or low," and then politely refuse her. Although it didn't have to be hung at the highest place, she had never done these things before, but now it has become an obsession for her.

She had never seen an ancient tree this old. She had never worshipped Buddha before. She just relied on the memory of the original owner to explore, suppress her excitement, and do everything in a disciplined manner. However, for some reason, the yearning for new things in her heart became particularly turbulent when she saw the person in front of her.

Zhou Zhi blinked unconsciously and silently made excuses for Luo Sui in his heart: Actually, he is a very nice person. If he doesn’t agree to you, you can’t blame him.

Luo Sui avoided her gaze, and Zhou Zhi's heart sank.

Sure enough, regret is regret, and it cannot be made up by giving her another chance to start over.

Zhou Zhi tried very hard to comfort himself that this was a very normal thing, but he still couldn't calm the sourness in his throat.

Bitterness spread, this emotion came surging, the scenery in front of her suddenly became blurred, a hand stretched out in front of her eyes, followed by his panicked voice: "What's wrong with you?"

When people are sad, they cannot bear to hear words of concern from others. Zhou Zhi felt terrible and tears just flowed out, falling as if there was no end.

"Don't cry--" Luo Sui had never seen anyone cry, so he hurriedly reached out his hand to wipe her tears.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy? Or are you feeling unwell?"

Luo Sui Xin, who didn't get a reply, was confused by her crying. Thinking of her poor health, he was afraid that she would die from crying, so he just picked her up and walked out.

"No." Zhou Zhi argued, feeling very ashamed.

The sound was too soft, even smaller than the sound of his current heartbeat. Luo Sui didn't hear it and continued walking out with big strides.

Zhou Zhi grabbed his collar and shouted again in a muffled voice: "I'm not feeling unwell, put me down."

"real or fake?"

"real."

"Then why are you crying? Forget it, I won't ask. Don't look at me like that." Knowing that some girls may have shy words that they cannot say, Luo Sui decided not to ask too many questions.

No matter what, Luo Sui put her down, and then naturally pulled out the prayer belt that she was holding tightly in her hand.

"what are you doing?"

Zhou Zhi looked at him defensively.