The temple is quite spiritual, and usually, many people come to burn incense and worship Buddha.
But it's already afternoon now, and there are hardly any vehicles on the way up the mountain.
"Are you taking me to the temple on the mountain?" Mo Jun asked him curiously.
Ye Nianzu nodded, "Yes, there's a mountain behind the temple, and the scenery on the mountain is great. You used to really like going there. During the time when your father was sick, you even stayed here for a while to pray for him. I often came here to accompany you, you could say... this place holds our most beautiful memories."
Mo Jun: "..."
Listening to these words, she somehow felt uncomfortable.
"Really? I don't seem to have any impression of this place."
Ye Nianzu said sorrowfully, "Of course, you forgot. But it's okay, maybe when you go, you'll remember."
No, she wouldn't remember even if she went. She wasn't Shangguan Xiaotian at all.
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