Jiuer looked at the scenery in the temple all the way, sighing at everything that had happened over the past thousands of years, Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian who had been interpreted countless times... Finally, they came all the way to the temple and stopped at the Nie Xiaoqian plant.
In front of the planted banyan tree.
He bowed slowly and then said: "Grandma Rongshu, Jiu'er is weak and cannot take Lanruo Temple with her and take care of her carefully, but Jiuer knows very well that grandma has a spirit, and this Lanku Temple is protected by grandma, too.
Enough..."
"Today, Jiu'er has to leave, and I ask my grandma to take care of Lanruo Temple for Jiu'er for the sake of past friendship... As for the rest... everything is up to chance..."
After talking to the banyan tree, Jiu'er turned around and walked towards Wen Renjue, who was waiting for her in the distance. Together, they left Lanruo Temple...
Wenren never asked her why she was talking to a tree, let alone what she said. Even when they were slowly leaving in the carriage, they occasionally looked back and found that the cabin where they had lived for a month was no longer there.
There was no trace of him and he didn't say anything.
But, hugging Jiu'er tightly... made Sikong Zhuo always look at him strangely...
Wen Ren absolutely didn't care about this. He could never forget that day, just after giving birth, Jiu'er's whole body slowly became transparent in front of his eyes, as if it was about to turn into wind or mist, and might disappear at any time.
In front of him...
At that moment, he was so afraid, afraid that she would really disappear, leave him, and disappear in front of him... But he couldn't catch anything.
Fortunately, fortunately she is back.
And it was also from that moment on that he decided that no matter when and where, he would hold her tightly, never let her leave his sight, never let her stay away from his arms and grasp... He would hold on to her at all times.
Looking at her, always making sure that he can catch her and she will not suddenly disappear in front of him again...
But every time, the tighter he held on, the deeper he felt the fear in his heart. Just because he knew deeply that no matter how tight he held on, he would never be able to catch Jiu'er like that.
"Jiu'er, we'll get married when we get to Mocheng, okay?"
Only by marrying her and letting her bear his surname can he feel at ease? Maybe?