After his rebirth, Mr. Fu panicked

"In that case, let's go to the Su family to propose marriage when we have time. I don't like that bastard from the Su family, but I like Yaoyao. Over the years, this child must have suffered a lot at the hands of her father."

Fu Yanchuan's mother said, her face full of anticipation.

"Propose a marriage? Forget it!"

Fu Yanchuan's brows were furrowed, with a hint of helplessness in his voice. He forced a smile, trying to hide his inner struggle.

"What do you mean, forget it?"

Mother Fu's voice rose a few notches. "What? You've occupied the girl's heart, but now you're planning to be irresponsible? I'm telling you, this is not the style of our Fu family!"

Fu Yanchuan took a deep breath and said, "Mother, you misunderstood me. The current situation is that I want to marry, but Yaoyao doesn't want to marry me."

Mother Fu was stunned, "???" She widened her eyes and looked shocked.

That’s right, with her son’s cold and icy look that always keeps people at a distance, who would truly like him?

However, she felt a little uncomfortable when she thought that her son might have "occupied" the girl's heart but was not willing to take responsibility.

"Then..." Mother Fu asked tentatively, "What are you thinking? Do you...really like Yaoyao?"

Fu Yanchuan's eyes were firm, "Mother, I have chosen her for my whole life."

His voice was low but full of determination.

After hearing this, Fu's mother's eyes flashed with a trace of comfort, "That's all right, in fact, I can see that Yaoyao has you in her heart, she..."

Mother Fu paused, as if looking for the right words, "She may just not believe you. This may be related to her original family."

Fu Yanchuan sighed and said, "No, mother, the problem is actually with me..."

He was silent for a while, his eyes deep, as if he was lost in distant memories, "It's my own problem. There are some things I can't explain to her."

Fu Yanchuan raised his head and looked at the starry sky outside the window, his heart filled with confusion and helplessness.

He knew that he couldn't tell her his secret - he was a person with memories of a past life.

This secret is too bizarre and unbelievable, who would believe it?

Even if he said it, he would probably just be regarded as a lunatic.

He turned his gaze back to his mother's worried face, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He knew that he needed to find a way, a way that would make Su Yao understand and accept him. He had already decided on her for his whole life.

No matter how difficult the road ahead is, he will persevere because he believes that true love can transcend everything.

In front of the ancient temple, the breeze blew gently across the bluestone paved ground. Fu Yanchuan had already gotten out of the car and was standing there quietly, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and turned to his mother who had just walked over: "Mom, I'm fine, I'll wait for Yaoyao here. Do you... want to go back with me, or..."

Mother Fu was wearing gorgeous clothes and delicate makeup today, which seemed a little out of place in this ancient temple. She chuckled and interrupted him: "I don't want to get involved in the affairs of you young people. I'm leaving first."

She gently waved the nail polish in her hand, which was shining and colorful, and seemed to be out of tune with the quaint atmosphere around her. "I still have to get my nails done. Bye."

After saying that, she waved her hand gracefully, and her high heels made a crisp sound on the bluestone slabs as she walked away.

Fu Yanchuan watched his mother leave with mixed feelings.

He suddenly had the urge to slap himself. In his previous life, his mother loved Su Yaoyao so much, but why didn't she realize her importance earlier?

Why was he so stupid that he didn't see her special significance in his life? It wasn't until Su Yaoyao died that he realized that he had been inseparable from Su Yaoyao for a long time.

Now, he understood the mistakes of his previous life, but in this life, Su Yaoyao seemed like a different person. She was extremely cold to him, and could even be said to keep him at a distance.

He sighed softly. Feelings are really annoying.

At this moment, deep in the temple, Su Yaoyao was standing quietly in front of the abbot, her face full of piety and sadness.

She recounted to the master the entire incident and her experience in detail, begging him to once again perform a prayer for the innocent child who had died in vain.

After listening to this, the host master closed his eyes slightly and remained silent for a long time. Then he slowly said, "Donor, I have said long ago that the soul of that child cannot be exposed to light. Once exposed to light, it will be reduced to ashes."

His voice was deep and distant, as if it came from ancient times, echoing in this ancient temple.

"Master, you must have a way, right?"

Su Yaoyao asked with a trembling voice, filled with anxiety and anticipation.

After she finished speaking, her legs suddenly lost strength and she fell heavily to her knees on the ground with a thud, her hands clenched tightly, as if seeking spiritual support.

The monk in front of her looked at her, with a flash of surprise and pity in his eyes, "Donor, you...you should get up quickly, there is really no need to do this."

He hurriedly reached out to help her, but Su Yaoyao knelt there resolutely, not moving.

The monk sighed and continued, "Monks are compassionate and we will definitely do our best, but some things are really beyond human control."

His brows were furrowed, and he obviously felt very difficult about the situation.

"Master, please." Su Yaoyao interrupted him with a crying voice, her eyes full of helplessness and pleading, "No matter what method you use, you must save my child. I don't want... I don't want him to disappear into ashes."

Her voice gradually lowered, almost turning into a murmur, but every word revealed her deep maternal love and endless longing for her lost child.

There was also a touch of emotion in the monk's eyes. He knew that he was about to face a mother's deepest request and most unforgettable concern.

"It's not impossible, but..."