That night, the moon hung high in the sky, and the dim lights in the small Buddha hall added a touch of tranquility to the room.
A woman knelt on a cushion, holding a string of Buddha beads, reciting scriptures with her eyes closed, her expression peaceful and serene.
After a long time, the woman slowly opened her eyes and gazed at the Buddha statue on the shrine, whose kind eyes looked compassionately upon the world.
Wei Zhuhua stared blankly for a moment and murmured, "Buddha, am I right or wrong to do this?"
The rapid sound of footsteps approached, followed by the anxious voice of Wei Lai at the door: "Madam..."
"Come in."
Wei Lai carefully opened the door, walked in, knelt beside Wei Zhuhua, and eagerly handed her a piece of paper.
"The results are out."
Wei Zhuhua glanced at the thin piece of paper, then looked at Wei Lai's anxious and worried face.
She didn't need to look; she had already guessed the result.
"The child is not Yu Fuce's." Her tone was resolute.
