The temple was filled with fireworks. Xu Yanan and Xu Chun were kneeling on two futons respectively. From the corner of her eye, she saw the man devoutly closing his hands and kneeling to worship the gods and Buddhas in the temple.
She also closed her eyes and sincerely prayed that they would not suffer any more.
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I don't know when an old man stood next to the red wooden door in front of the temple, and I don't know if he has been observing Xu Chun for a long time. At this moment, he is looking at Xu Chun with a smile.
When Xu Chun passed by him, the old man suddenly spoke to her. He said: "It's hard to change fate, but fate can be determined by personnel. I wish you a smooth journey, girl."
Those words back then were like a prophecy, and like her fate had already been predetermined. Looking back many years later, she saw that although she was already devastated, she was like a spring flame, burning and blooming, growing flowers all the way and riding the waves.
The wind was blowing bitterly on the snow-capped mountains, and Xu Chun stood alone in a corner. There were no business photos that had to be submitted, no large number of staff posing with her limbs in order to find a good-looking pose, and no one even recognized her. Thinking of this, her tears suddenly flowed down, and she dialed Xu Yanan's number.
"Wait until I come back."
Purpose: Dreams are worth persisting in