Upon entering, Wen Nian noticed the absence of a Buddha statue in plain sight. However, a lingering fragrance of sandalwood, often associated with the temple hall, permeated the air. She surmised that the temple hall might be arranged in another room.
Wei Ming took a seat on the sofa, his hand trembling as he held a glass of water. Just as the water approached the brink of overflowing, he extended it towards Wen Nian.
As Wen Nian accepted the cup with both hands, she couldn't help but notice the string of prayer beads held by Wei Ming. Expressing her gratitude, she initiated a conversation, drawing upon the few details her father had shared about Wei Ming. With a warm smile, she remarked, "How have you been, Uncle Wei, in recent years? My father often mentions how he misses fishing with you and admits he can't compare to your skills. Even after all these years, he still wants to challenge you again, just to see if time has affected your abilities."
