It was Sun Qiyan who came to the temple to pick up Shen Jing.
She did not disturb the couple praying for a child.
In the afternoon, she went with Sun Qiyan to the old district to have beef noodles.
He had thought that if Sheng Peng had been overlooked by the committee, she would feel aggrieved. He had been worried, rushing all the way from Shanghai to see her.
But looking at her, fresh from a visit to Yonghe Palace, she seemed utterly serene.
Seeing how she always hid her grievances deep inside, Sun Qiyan gently placed his hand by her temple, the tenderness in his eyes growing ever more intense.
After a while, the noodles were served. The owner had forgotten his instruction, and the bowl was full of green onions. Sun Qiyan tapped his chopsticks and patiently picked the green onions out for her.
"The gods may show their grace."
