Because the candles were lit at a distance, Shen Yi couldn't make out what was written on the Rebirth Plaque.
He only saw the man kneel on the cushion again, while the monk stood by his side.
The man offered incense, knelt in sincere prayer, but did not stand up; he remained kneeling there.
Suddenly, the man's voice, clear and cold, filled the air, "You once said that if I couldn't let go, then I should accumulate good deeds. I've taken your advice and have done many good things over the years. Is she living well now?"
"Amitabha," the monk brought his hands together in prayer, bowing slightly toward the Rebirth Plaque on the altar, "Sincerity is spirit."
"I haven't dreamed of her once all these years, I have no idea whether she's living well or not." The man's voice remained clear and cold, yet Shen Yi heard the desolation in it.
