Who is using whom after all?

When Arnold Johnson and Victoria Garcia ran to the temple, Victoria was so out of breath she didn't want to move anymore, just wanting to lie down and rest a bit on the stone slab in front of the gate.

Looking at Arnold, it was simply astonishing how his spirits seemed to soar even more after such vigorous exercise.

"You go ahead, I need to rest for a bit," Victoria gasped.

Arnold observed her sweaty face, emanating an unusually beautiful glow. He wanted to approach but hesitated, after all, this was a sacred Buddhist place.

If Arnold were to share his biggest regret from the previous night, it would certainly be washing her body, causing him to think involuntarily of her beautiful and captivating figure every time he saw Victoria.

"Alright, rest up. I'll go and listen to the master recite the Morning Scriptures and then I'll come out," Arnold thought he needed a cleanse before he could face Victoria.

"Go on then!" Victoria waved him away with her hand.