Rain dripped down the eaves of the ancient temple, making tiny splashes of water on the bluestone slabs. Lan Xi knelt on the futon in the Guanyin Hall, clasping her hands together and pressing her forehead against the cold floor tiles. The hall was filled with sandalwood, and the three sticks of incense in the incense burner had long been burned out, leaving only sections of gray debris, like her ruined life at the moment.
Bodhisattva, please bless my mother... At least let her suffer less...
Her voice was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the sound of rain outside the palace. Three days ago, the doctor's words were still ringing in my ears: Pancreatic cancer is in the advanced stage and has metastasized to the liver... For up to three months.
She bit her lower lip and dug her nails into her palms, but she felt no pain.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the hall. It was very light, but it alarmed Lan Xi. She raised her head slightly and saw a piece of navy blue clothes passing by from the corner of her eye.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
