The woman was shaken by the grief and sorrow in his eyes, and for some reason felt a sense of sadness in her heart. After a while, she shook her head, "This humble nun does not know the person you speak of."
Mo Beichen tightly grasped her wrist, "You're lying!"
"Sir, men and women should not touch, please let go of this humble nun." The woman looked at him with a cold gaze, pulled her hand back with force, then turned and quickly left the main hall.
Mo Beichen lowered his gaze to his now empty hand, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. She was clearly not Gu Qian, so why was he entangled here with a nun practicing asceticism?
He turned around, looking at the meditation cushion where she had just kneeled. He slowly walked over and sat down on the cushion, remaining there for an entire night.
