Shang Hexing appeared before her.
Wen Zhi's eyelashes were still damp, and her pillow was wet from her tears, though she was unaware as she gently placed her hand on Meng Fan's back, "Meng Fan, I dreamed about mom again."
Meng Fan didn't make a sound.
She guessed as much.
The only things that would make Wen Zhi cry so sorrowfully in her dreams were seeing her mother or her father.
After breakfast, Wen Zhi quickly got ready and changed into a loose-fitting robe and pants. Meng Fan loved wearing dresses, but since they were not permissible in the temple, she had reluctantly set aside her preference and picked a few attractive outfits.
It took over an hour by car to reach Jingci Temple.
The two of them paid their respects to Buddha first.
Then, led by the duty monk, they entered the Guest Hall one after the other.
Nearly half an hour had passed by the time their conversation ended, and both Wen Zhi and Meng Fan's names were recorded in the temple's register.
Each donated one hundred thousand incense money.