"Are you going?" An Ji asked An Youyou.
"Of course, let's go burn some incense and make a wish!" An Youyou immediately let go of An Ji's hand and dashed off.
An Ji's fingers twitched.
It somehow felt as if he'd deliberately flung his hand away.
He couldn't help but wipe the warm sweat off his palm.
He hadn't expected to be so nervous just holding Ali's hand.
An Youyou walked into the temple and, after inquiring, discovered it was actually Yinyuan Temple.
No wonder so many women were praying inside; they were all here to seek romantic fortunes, right?!
"Young sir, are you also here for romance?" A middle-aged woman suddenly grabbed An Youyou.
An Youyou was startled.
She hurriedly said, "No, no, no, just wandering around."
"Looking at you, so young, you probably aren't married yet, right? Where are you from? Where do you live? Who's your father? How old are you? How many people are in your family?" The woman went on and on.
