The clothes were from the wardrobe at home.
It seemed Uncle Liang had been hijacked by this person midway.
Sun Qiyan looked around. The courtyard she was staying in was quite spacious. A wave of compassion surged in his heart. I'd quite like to live here for a bit, he thought, to experience what a temple retreat is like.
"It's going to snow tomorrow. When are you going back to the city?"
"It's peaceful here, comfortable to live in."
Ten days had already passed, and she was unwilling to go down the mountain, lighting one Prayer Lamp after another.
The temple provided her with simple meals. Her unadorned face was pale and colorless.
It broke his heart.
Sun Qiyan, who had opened several private restaurants in Shanghai, personally went down the mountain to buy fruits and vegetables and stayed in the temple to cook meals for her.
