Suo Mo's face turned red with irritation, and he said, "If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work."
Lanling said, "Uncle, I really need you to keep the family line going."
Suo Mo stopped, shook his head, and said, "Ling, I can't get married again."
Lanling asked, "Why, is it because you're so deeply in love with your wife? So much that you can't forget her, and feel that marrying another woman is betraying her, even though she's been dead for decades?"
Suo Mo shook his head and said, "I'm not that sentimental, and even if I were, I'm not that pedantic. It's just that I've always held onto a hope in my heart that I must wish for Heaven's blessing with utmost sincerity for it to come true, and living like a monk is the most crucial part of that. If I marry again and have children, Heaven might not see me as pitiful, and this hope will be shattered."
Suo Mo was so devout that he didn't even speak that hope aloud.
