Look at me and see if i'm all right?

"I saw it!" The monk clasped his hands and said.

Jiang Shuxia raised her eyebrows, and looked at the red ribbon in his hand. "I want one."

The monk took one out, "Five baht — Amitabha."

Jiang Shuxia took out the five baht and gave it to the monk.

She borrowed a pen from the monk and wrote down her wishes on a nearby table.

On the red silk, she was exceptionally beautiful.

The words on the Wishing Belt on the Wishing Tree have all kinds of national languages. It's a magical thing.

She hung the Wishing Belt on a branch. The Wishing Belt was blown by the wind, and the words were flickering on it.

She smiled and closed her eyes, placing her palms together in front of her chest.

"Benefactor, this wish of yours is very easy to fulfill. The key lies in Benefactor's own wish!" The monk's voice came from behind her.