When Xiao Yu saw the expression on Liang Zhou’s face, she asked tentatively, “Madam, did you not sleep well last night? You look a little tired…”
Liang Zhou nodded. “Yes. I’ll be going to the spa to get a massage and relax. When Master comes home, you can attend to him.”
Xiao Yu was slightly taken aback. The woman in front of her always waited for her husband to come home no matter what. Moreover, she would personally take care of his daily needs.
Liang Zhou lowered her head and ate the breakfast that had been prepared for her. A determined expression could be seen on her face at this moment. From now on, she had to take good care of herself. She would eat healthily, lose weight, and take care of her appearance. She would start all over again; it was not too late.
…
Gao Wen kneeled on a small futon on the ground as she piously chanted Buddhist scriptures. Before rising to her feet, she kowtowed seriously.
As she walked to the entrance, she stuffed a wad of cash into the donation box. When the young monk standing by the entrance bowed at her, she returned the bow before she walked out of the temple.
She let out a long sigh once she left the temple. She had visited many temples in M City, but she still could not figure out what was wrong. She thought about reaching out to Jiang Jin, but she did not want to see the young woman who resembled Ye Xin.
“Gao Wen?”
A surprised voice rang behind Gao Wen at this moment.
When she turned around, she saw someone she knew.
“Ah, it’s really you!” Liang Zhou said warmly.
Gao Wen forced a smile on her face. “What a coincidence. What are you doing here?”
Although the duo was not familiar with each other, meeting in the suburbs far away from the city in a temple felt like
“Gao Wen?”A surprised voice sounded behind her.
She turned around.
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