An Ran seemed to understand Mu Xingfeng's words, but she knew that her man, like the broad shoulders he left her at this moment, was her eternal reliance.
Near noon, the two finally arrived at the temple. Mu Xingfeng put An Ran down, drank two sips of water first, straightened his clothes, and quietly lined up behind the pious believers, following the long line into the temple.
An Ran noticed that this queue was not tourists visiting the temple, but genuine worshippers.
An Ran had always thought that Mu Xingfeng brought her here just for sightseeing and tourism; she didn't expect him to really worship.
"Mu Xingfeng, when did you start believing in these things?" An Ran lightly tugged at his clothes and asked softly.
Mu Xingfeng reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, looking at her tenderly, "I didn't believe before, but now, having someone to care about, I want to give her one more layer of security."
