Huguo Temple was situated on Qingjin Mountain, over an hour's journey by carriage.
Upon arriving at the foot of Qingjin Mountain, Wanyun held Lu Jingxing's hand, a broad smile on her lips.
Lu Jingxing asked, "It seems business at Yueji has been good lately. Is that why you're so happy?"
Wanyun looked up at Lu Jingxing and said, "When I was in Yangzhou, I always longed for my husband to accompany me to the temple to burn incense.
The married women in the village always went to the temple with their husbands. I was always by myself, a solitary figure."
Lu Jingxing tightened his grip on Wanyun's hand, his eyes cast downward. "In Yangzhou, it's true that I neglected you far too much. I will gradually make it up to you."
Wanyun smiled faintly. 'Her husband had certainly matured since their days in Yinxing Village. He now wove flower crowns for her, even if they were crawling with bugs.'
'He would take her on boat rides, even if she ended up getting heatstroke.'
