Yvonne Finley was suddenly at a loss for words.
His gentle, submissive demeanor could always subdue her.
Just like at this moment.
She is not actually the kind of woman who needs a sense of security. She has a light-hearted nature and doesn't expect much from many things. She never depends on anyone, and whatever she can give herself, she will not long for or covet.
But he's different.
He doesn't care if she wants something or not.
As long as it's good, he's capable of presenting it to her.
The temple was shrouded in the dim light of night, the constantly burning incense fogged the air above, forming trails and wisps, bringing the only beacon of hope to the bleak borders of the Gobi desert.
Over here, everyone reveres Buddhism.
Even when they kill, they never trespass into the temple.
Even the most extreme have their taboos.
Caleb Baker's arm hasn't completely healed; they need to go back to the city and find a hospital for treatment.
