Zhou Jingwei considered himself a steadfast materialist, yet at this moment, he felt a certain reverence.
He told himself everything that exists has a reason, and it was just so.
Stepping up the stairs, he walked into the courtyard in front of the temple hall. In front of the main hall was an incense burner, where new incense intertwined with the old, the scent thriving.
Perhaps because it was the weekend, the crowd was unusually large.
Zhou Jingwei saw the Lovesick Tree in the courtyard to the right.
The Lovesick Tree of Ling'an Temple, legend has it, was an ancient tree passed down from the Tang dynasty, draped heavily with Marriage Charms that people obtained from the temple, piled layer upon layer, swaying in the wind.
Zhou Jingwei had never imagined that one day he would do something so ridiculous.
He entered the crowd, searching among the dazzling array of Marriage Charms for the one Weiyue had tied.
It was like searching for a needle in the ocean, even pointless.
