Liu Piaopiao did not understand why it had suddenly become like this.
She did not even have the courage to ask. If it was really as she thought, what could she do?
On one side was her family, and on the other was justice. How would she choose then?
She knelt in front of the Buddha for a long time, but she could not find an answer.
In the front hall, Shen Yijia learned from the book. She knelt on the futon and clasped her hands together. "Bodhisattva…"
"This is a Buddha statue," Song Jingchen reminded her.
Shen Yijia was speechless.
She coughed dryly and cleared her throat. She closed her eyes and started over. "Buddha, my name is Shen Yijia. I'm fated to come to your temple with my husband today to pray for something."
"Oh, right. The person standing beside me is the husband of the believer." she thought.
The believer did not ask for much. Her husband had been harmed by a traitor and had lost his family.
