Dong Huiying felt a bit bored after picking up the wood branches, so she wandered around nearby.

At the same time, inside the Burial Dragon Temple.

"Sir, Marshal and the others arrived in Dongcui City yesterday."

In the Buddha Hall, that man’s long hair was untied, and he stood barefoot on the cold marble floor.

His clothes were immaculately white as snow, with only a black jade pendant at his waist.

The black jade was intricately carved, its ugliness also carried a hint of sharpness.

This man was Qinghe.

Ah Lian gazed at Xiao Qinghe’s back. The gentleman had dismissed the monks and visitors of the Buddha Hall, and here he stood for several months, hour after hour.

She didn’t know what the gentleman was thinking, but she guessed it must be related to Marshal Baowei.

Qinghe was silent for a while, then slowly opened his mouth with a clear voice.

"Ah Lian, do you think if I pray to it, it would grant my wish?"

Ah Lian was stunned, "People say asking gods and praying to Buddha, if believed, then it works."

Qinghe laughed lightly, lifted the hem of his white robe, his posture graceful, like the wind he knelt devoutly on the prayer mat.

"There’s little this body can offer as a wager, but if you have spirit, I wish for a dawn and dusk, even if just a day let the one who once loved me deeply return."

"If you grant my wish, even if it means reincarnating into the animal realm in future lives, I am willing."

"If you do not grant my wish, then these myriad gods and Buddhas are merely illusions and have no right to enjoy the incense and worship of the world."

Ah Lian was shocked.

The man seemed elegant, yet possessed an undisclosed domineering nature.

He bowed reverently.

"I only ask for her return, even if just a day."

Ah Lian couldn’t help but feel a sting in her nose.

Since discovering that Marshal Baowei was alive, the gentleman has repented, grieved, and even been jealous of the men around the Marshal.

These, Ah Lian knew.

But it also felt somewhat strange.

The gentleman’s methods became increasingly unpredictable, yet he only secretly instructed to monitor the Marshal’s activities, seemingly maintaining a distant yet attentive relationship.

On this point, Ah Lian hadn’t understood before, until today, she finally grasped a bit.

That person is still alive, but he no longer remembers the gentleman, all of which the gentleman has already investigated.

Moreover, that person is still alive, yet in the gentleman’s heart, what lives is no longer the former Marshal Dong Baowei, no longer the girl who was infatuated with and deeply loved the gentleman.

Once the past is forgotten, and history is lost, it feels like a stranger’s soul.

The gentleman’s love is not merely for a shell, a visage.

His every emotion is based on that person’s feelings.

And once that person takes back everything, even forgetting Xiao Qinghe entirely, treating him as a stranger, where should his love and sorrow be placed?

It feels like all emotions lost their original meaning the moment they learned she had lost her past.

Perhaps, in the gentleman’s eyes, the person now holds Marshal Baowei’s body, yet is no longer his beloved girl.

For a long time.

The temple bell rang again and again, within the Zen-like Buddha Hall, an elderly monk donned a kasaya and softly spoke.

"Benefactor is too domineering, such a temperament is murderous and bloody. Buddha is compassionate, this humble monk advises benefactor to turn around."

Qinghe remained kneeling on the prayer mat, listening to the old monk’s chanting without turning back, just sorrowfully gazing at the golden Buddha statue.

"Turn around?"

He laughed hoarsely.

"If I had a shore, I would have returned long ago, why wait until now."