hapter 587 Couldnât Bear to See Him Spend His Life Like This
The old monk gazed compassionately into Charlotteâs eyes in the solemn main hall. Her figure was reflected clearly in the
somewhat cloudy pupils of his eyes.
Charlotte was momentarily stunned, and after a moment, she nodded earnestly.
The night grew darker, and the heavy rain showed no signs of abating; instead, it intensified.
Charlotte stood under the eaves, looking at her phone, which had no signal, with a helpless and wry smile. Fortunately,
she had managed to send a message earlier during the brief respite in the rain, letting someone know they were safe.
Otherwise, people might have been searching for them all over the mountains by now.
âAre you worried?â
The young novice monk appeared next to Charlotte at some point, tilting his head curiously as he gazed at her.
As if realizing something, he quickly took a few steps back, cautiously covering his head.
Charlotte chuckled and said, âTouching your head earlier was my mistake. Donât be afraid. I promise I wonât touch your head again without your permission.â
The young novice monk looked at her skeptically. âReally?â
Charlotte immediately held up three fingers, dropping her smile. âI swear!â
Only then did the young novice monk breathe a sigh of relief and slowly lowered his hand.
But in the next moment, Charlotte looked at him with a mischievous smile. âMay I touch your head now?â
The young novice monk was left speechless.
Seeing him like a startled rabbit, Charlotte finally couldnât help but burst into laughter.
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âI see. My master said people from outside the mountain like to joke around. Are you teasing me on purpose?â the young
novice monk pouted.
Hearing his words, Charlotte was momentarily stunned.
Perhaps the timing of their encounter was too coincidental, or maybe the meeting place was too unusual. It was only at
this moment that Charlotte realized that the young novice monk in front of her should be of kindergarten age.
âI seem to have forgotten to ask, how old are you?â Charlotte asked gently.
The young novice monk shook his head and said, âI donât know how old I am. Master says I might be four years old now.
When he found me in the mountains, I was just a baby!â
Charlotteâs eyes showed a hint of surprise. She had originally thought that the young novice monk had been sent by
nearby villagers to cultivate and meditate, but she hadnât expected that he was an abandoned child.
âWhatâs your name?â Charlotte asked again.
The young novice monk crisply replied, âMy name is Peter. Master says Iâm still too young now to formally enter the
monastery. When I grow up, he will personally ordain me.â
Looking at Peterâs innocent expression, Charlotteâs heart suddenly felt heavy.
He was still so young. Perhaps he couldnât even truly understand what it meant to enter the monastery.
Living his whole
life like this, it seemed tooâ¦
âHave you ever been down the mountain?â Charlotte asked cautiously.
Peter shook his head, âMaster is getting older, and he canât take me down the mountain. When I grow up, Iâll be able to go
down the mountain by myself.â
Peterâs smile was pure and innocent, but Charlotteâs heart was in turmoil.
Perhaps it was because she had become a mother; Charlotte couldnât bear to see such a young child spend his life like
this.
She thought for a moment. Perhaps later, she could talk to the master, and if he agreed, she could help or even adopt this
child.
âMaster has already gone to rest. You should ask him tomorrow morning,â said Joe, who had somehow appeared behind
them. He could tell from Charlotteâs expression what she was thinking and spoke up to remind her.
Peter nodded in agreement, âMaster hasnât been feeling well lately and goes to bed very early. Every time I ask him, he
says heâs fineâ¦â