Ye Wanwan only glanced once and understood what they were doing.
"Shen Yi, let's go," Ye Wanwan whispered.
Shen Yi snapped back to reality and looked at Ye Wanwan. He didn't say much, just followed Ye Wanwan and left, without looking back at the mother and son.
On the contrary, Ye Wanwan couldn't help but turn around for a quick glance. That mother bowed every three steps, and her son was imitating her.
Ye Wanwan didn't know what they were praying for, but in her heart, she hoped their wishes would come true, while secretly regretting coming to this place.
Watching Shen Yi kneel devoutly, Ye Wanwan couldn't pinpoint her own feelings.
The fate in life that one is destined to escape is death.
Ye Wanwan knew what Shen Yi was thinking as he knelt before Buddha, knew what he pondered as he turned the prayer wheel, and knew what thoughts he had when he scattered wind horses.
It was precisely because she knew Shen Yi's thoughts that Ye Wanwan felt sad.
