Zhou Lin acted as if he hadn't heard Cheng Zhiwei's refusal at all and continued, "Whatever you need, I'll take you there."
A hint of irony flashed in Cheng Zhiwei's eyes, and her voice was faint, "Zhou Lin, when I recited scriptures for you, it was because I liked you and I did it willingly; so rest assured, I won't use that to ask you for anything."
Her affection had always been nothing but pure.
She went to the temple to ask for scriptures on his behalf and locked herself at home, bathing and burning incense daily as she recited those scriptures until her voice was nearly gone, all in the hope that he would be free from the affliction of evil spirits and regain his health.
Looking back, that was merely her own wishful thinking, after all, it wasn't like he had really been troubled by evil spirits; it was merely the aftermath of being kidnapped and tormented.
She had never mentioned that incident, and this was the reason why.
