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Li He still blocked him and growled softly: "You had heart failure last time, but I saved you! I am your savior!"

The old abbot's calm face remained calm, and his robe fluttered, making him look like a hermit monk: "Saving people is your destiny, you have to save them."

"Okay, I won't save you next time, because I want to retire early and live in the south with Song Weiyu. Love whoever you want."

The old abbot paused and said, "It is definitely impossible to break it. Everyone has his own destiny. But... go and call Donor Song tomorrow. I have something to ask her."

"What are you talking about? I want to hear it too..."

"She has to make a decision, and this decision concerns the three of them. You? You are irrelevant and cannot listen."

"..."

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The next morning, everyone got up early. The younger ones followed the young masters to clean the front hall of the temple in a sleepy state.

Fu Haitang, Shao Guoren and others burned incense at the copper burner in front of the temple. The lingering sandalwood scent slightly calmed the restless hearts of the people.

The weather is still sunny.

Two figures appeared at the entrance of the temple planted with red maple leaves. The tall one was tall and straight, and the short one was petite. They slowly walked up the steps one step at a time.

He had to stop to rest after walking a few steps. Because of the pain, beads of sweat had already appeared on the man's forehead.

"Chen Fang, wait for me in the car. The old abbot will just talk to me for a few words. It won't be long."

Chen Fang looked up at the stairs and held her hand tightly: "It's okay, I'll stay with you."

Li He put the incense in his hand into the copper burner, rubbed his hands and walked to the edge of the square in front of the temple. His eyes kept looking down the hundred steps, and finally the little figure he had been expecting appeared in his sight.

Unconsciously, I smiled: "Here it comes!"

Everyone looked down the stairs following his voice and gaze. Originally everyone was chatting, but at this moment everyone fell silent and secretly glanced at Fu Haitang.

Fu Haitang carried the sleepy Juanjuan in her arms and walked towards Li He without caring: "What are you looking at? Your eyes are so weird..."

Juanjuan leaned on his shoulder and drooled. When he seemed half asleep, he was still playing the role of his grandfather: "...Wow wow wow wow, weird."

Fu Haitang smiled and took out a handkerchief to wipe her saliva, then looked down the stairs, then stopped moving and his smile disappeared.

On the bluish-white marble steps, the ungrateful little girl he had been thinking about day and night was holding another man's arm, with a sickly smile on her face, moving up step by step with him.

She had her hair in a simple, neat bun, revealing the smooth, white lines of her neck.

From his position, he could just see a small jade earring hanging on Song Weiyu's fair earlobe, swaying with her movements.

Very beautiful, but she was wearing a black bamboo leaf jacquard cheongsam.

He never bought her a black cheongsam.

Her outfit today complements Chen Fang's black coat.

Fu Haitang watched coldly as she supported Chen Fang, taking one step at a time, slowly but firmly, as if the two of them were going to spend the rest of their lives supporting each other.

What is she here for?

What else can he do? Chen Fang is injured like this, he must be here to pray for his safety.

Fu Haitang knew that in previous years, she would kneel devoutly in front of the main hall, clasp her hands together, look carefully at Chen Fang standing at the door, and then solemnly make a wish.

He didn't know what wishes she had made over the years, but he still remembered how moist and affectionate her eyes were.

The temple is the best keeper of secrets, and her wish is only known by the gods and Buddhas in the temple.

But presumably, the Buddha has helped this devout believer realize her wish, because she is now holding the man's arm openly as she wished.

She just didn't know whether the Buddha, who was covered in golden light every year, would look at her with pity after hearing her wish.

Fu Haitang turned and left, walking towards the main hall without any reluctance, and took Juanjuan to listen to the old abbot's lecture.

Song Jingming and Wen Ying also saw the two people walking slowly on the stairs. Wen Ying didn't think twice and wanted to go down to meet them, but was stopped by Song Jingming.

"do not go."

Wen Ying pushed him away: "I know you can't go, but I can't not go."

She walked down quickly and came to Chen Fang's side: "Dad."

Li He patted Song Jingming on the back and said, "Why are you standing there? You and Wen Ying just got engaged. If you don't go down and meet them, are you going to offend your father-in-law now?"

Song Jingming looked at him, smiled knowingly, and hurried down the stairs.

He stopped on the steps in front of Chen Fang and looked down slightly. The two equally cold men looked at each other in silence. When Chen Fang looked away, Song Jingming spoke.

"dad."

Chen Fang suddenly increased the strength of his grip on Song Weiyu's hand, but his expression remained cold. He took two heavy breaths before responding, "Yeah."

Song Weiyu smiled and held his arm: "Let's walk slowly, there's no rush. I'll accompany you."

The remaining stairs were still very long. Chen Fang stood there, looking at his own small hand, which had a very different skin color from his, and then looked at Song Jingming and Wen Ying.

This is his family and lover. He has no reason to let go of Song Weiyu's hand again in this life.

This is the ending he wanted.