Reminded by her, Li Beicheng suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such a matter indeed.
The atmosphere that had just been tense abruptly became eerie, and Yan Xiaye uneasily lowered her eyes, "If there's nothing else, I'll get going first..."
"Grandma said this morning she dreamt of Grandpa. She's going to the temple to pray and offer incense this afternoon, and you are to accompany her."
...
Old Madam Li had been a devout Buddhist for many years.
That afternoon, Yan Xiaye, reluctant and unwilling, caught a ride with Li Beicheng, and the two of them reached their destination without exchanging a single word.
To call it a destination was, in fact, just the foot of the mountain.
Xiangshan Mountain had visitors year-round, an endless stream of devoted followers.
In a show of reverence for the temple, regardless of the pilgrims' status, all would climb the mountain on foot from its base.
