As the last god, Liao Qian vaguely felt that he had forgotten something before he disappeared.
A hundred years ago, a young man knelt before the Buddha to pray for her.
"If you give her the immortal bones, even if she survives, she will forget you." The eminent monk said
Wan Nianhua only looked at the slowly falling ginkgo leaves outside the temple and said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, I just hope she has no worries in her life."
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day