"What are you looking at?"
Lu Qingyan heard the question and turned around, smiling at her indulgently, "Nothing much, let’s go."
The two left without looking back.
Zhou Yanxu emerged slowly from behind the concealing doorway.
He gazed at the spacious steps for a long time.
The young monk ran over: "Guiyuan, the female donor left without saying a word. I just went to look for her to ask if she would eat lunch."
"Jingyou, take good care of the temple."
The young monk had a bad premonition: "Guiyuan, where are you going?"
Zhou Yanxu raised his hand and touched his smooth head, smiling gently at him: "I’m going wandering. I’ll be back later; take good care of the abbot."
"Ah? You’ve been gone for two years and you’re only staying one night upon your return. When will I see you again?" The young monk puffed up, somewhat annoyed.
"When fate decides, I’ll be back," he said, leaving just that behind.
Zhou Yanxu then left.
The young monk huffed: "It’s always that phrase."
...
Lu Qingyan’s car was parked below.
In the meantime, seeing Jiang Nanshu feeling dizzy, he squatted down to let Jiang Nanshu lean on his back, carrying her down.
Jiang Nanshu was responsible for holding the umbrella, so they both wouldn’t get drenched.
Perhaps the mood was a bit quiet, Lu Qingyan started looking for a topic.
"Was the temple fun?"
"It wasn’t fun—all monks, what fun could there be? I’ll never come here again," Jiang Nanshu’s voice was somewhat hoarse, faint.
"Are you sure you won’t come again?" Lu Qingyan asked again.
Jiang Nanshu found it odd: "Do you hope I’ll come? Looking forward to me becoming a nun?"
Lu Qingyan: "..."
Actually... just now... he thought he saw Zhou Yanxu...
Standing at the gate.
The dead man was standing right before him, alive; he nearly lost control of his facial expression.
This was nothing short of a medical miracle.
"Well, if not coming is what you want..."
"Oh."
He put her in the car the entire way.
The road was fairly smooth.
Jiang Nanshu leaned on the car seat and closed her eyes to sleep.
For the first time, Lu Qingyan experienced what it felt like.
To not be cared about by someone.
He must also be somewhat seriously ill.
The Jiang Nanshu of the past used to cling to him, and he found it annoying.
Now, Jiang Nanshu maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, and he found her lack of clinginess irritating.
So there was the reason why she ignored so many of his messages.
Because she had found someone she liked.
Lu Qingyan wanted to laugh, but his heart also ached.
He should’ve just left her at the temple gate, but he had to worry about her getting sick and took her to the hospital first.
Her absentmindedness, her sorrow, none of it belonged to him.
He really wanted to ask Jiang Nanshu.
What was he in her heart?
A backup or just a stepping stone for completing her tasks.
But he couldn’t ask.
He was afraid that the peace they maintained would crumble to pieces.
Just wait a bit longer, accompany her a bit more.
He could surely make her like him too.
He hadn’t even caught his breath.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind