C109 My Son Is Born but I Am Not Born

"Master, what is love?"

Under the banyan tree, a young man wearing a white robe with a jade carving on his face looked at the old monk with a white beard beside him.

The old monk stroked his beard and looked into the distance with a smile on his face. He sighed helplessly. "What is love?"

"Do I hate it completely? Does it hurt completely?

It means that I can't leave it, I can't abandon it