In April, the weather in City A was not as cold, but it had been raining consistently for a week, leaving the air slightly damp and chilly.
Xie Yanchuan looked at the gloomy sky outside and turned to Xu Jinzhi, suggesting, "The weather is not good today, let's pick another day to go."
Xu Jinzhi shook her head, "This is about sincerity; we can't just stop going because you've woken up. What if Buddha becomes angry?"
When Xie Yanchuan was in a coma, Xu Jinzhi had insisted on visiting the temple to burn incense and pray on the first and fifteenth of each month.
Initially, it was to pray for Xie Yanchuan's awakening. As time passed, Xu Jinzhi wasn't sure what she was praying for anymore, but she continued the ritual on every first and fifteenth day of the month.
Even after Xie Yanchuan woke up in October last year, Xu Jinzhi didn't miss any of those days.
