She is Lyra Smith, my wife.

...

In the main hall, Lyra Smith sat properly in her chair, with steaming tea on the high stand beside her, looking at the tea and then at Morris Jackson, who was standing nearby.

"Why does the old lady pray to the Buddha all the time?" Lyra curiously asked.

Although she knew that the old Mrs. Jackson had been praying to the Buddha, she didn't know the reason behind it.

Morris Jackson looked at her and replied, "She doesn't want to be involved in worldly affairs. The temple is quiet."

Lyra asked again, "Will the old lady live in the temple forever?"

Before Morris could answer, Sophia Harrison, who had just walked in, said loudly, "I live in the temple all year round. If you're worried about the difficulties between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship, there's no need. I will try not to come back."

As soon as her words fell.

Lyra was startled and looked towards the entrance, remembering to sit up straight.