Standing in front of the modest temple once again, memories of her previous visit flooded her mind.
Bei Xingyun didn't believe in superstitions, fate, or destiny. She looked down on monks like these—those who claimed to "read" people's fates based on heaven's nonsense.
However, she couldn't shake the feeling in her heart. She had lived as "Emily," forgetting her past and origins, leading a carefree and happy life. But even though this was the life she had wished for, something deep inside her told her that everything wasn't right.
Yet, she wanted this life. She would trade everything—her past self, her mother, and even her child—just to keep it.
The wooden gate suddenly creaked open, revealing the old monk. He did not seem surprised.
"I had a feeling I would see you again one of these days."
"Then do you know why I've come here?"
The old monk widened the gate. "Perhaps because of the reading I did for you and your friend four years ago."
