She thought of the temple incense scent on Xu Jingxi's coat.
Early in the morning, Leh Ying felt spontaneous and called Chen Rong to visit the temple to offer the first incense of the year. Unfortunately, she was not so lucky. On the first day of the New Year, the route to Dajue Zen Temple was overcrowded, and traffic clogged the way.
Everyone was rushing to offer the early incense.
Being small, she got squeezed in the teeming crowd and then forced out again. Luckily, Chen Rong found her in time and took her away. She just held tight to her peace charm, turned her head, and left.
"He won't want it, there's no need to insist," Chen Rong said, glancing at her peace charm, reminding her.
Leh Ying's eyes dropped slightly, and then she smiled: "I asked for it for myself. I'm quite afraid of dying."
Chen Rong felt there was a hidden meaning in her words but didn't inquire further.
