Chapter – 85Â
 She Prays for Love
At this moment, An Yao walked over, holding a bottle of water in her hand.
âWanwan, if you mind that Lu Li already drank from that bottle, I still have an unopened one here. You can have it,â she said considerately.
âIâm thirsty too.â Qiao Le quickly took it first and said with a bright smile, âWanwan and Lu Li have shared the same bottle before, so she doesnât mind. Iâve already finished my water. You donât mind giving this one to me, right?â
Trying to sow discord hereâdid she think Qiao Le was invisible?
With the sun so strong, how could it not burn that white lotus to death?
It was truly puzzling.
A trace of gloom flashed quickly across An Yaoâs eyes, but she smiled again.
âOf course I donât mind. If you want it, just take it.â
âThen thank you.â Qiao Le shook the bottle of mineral water in her hand and smiled in satisfaction.
Fu Dong leaned against the tree trunk, watching the hidden tension between Qiao Le and An Yao, a faint smile forming on his lips.
Halfway along the journey, the group also visited an orchard. By the time they arrived at the temple, it was almost noon.
Inside the pavilion, Lu Li and the other two sat on stone stools. On the stone table were a teapot and teacups brought by a young monk. Pale yellow tea leaves floated on the surface, spreading a faint fragrance.
Although she didnât particularly believe in these things, it was quite interesting.
âMaster, I heard you can ask for peace talismans here and also read palms?â Qiao Le looked him over curiously and asked.
âWhat does the benefactor wish to ask for?â the master replied with a gentle laugh.
Qiao Le said, âWe just went to wash our faces. How long do you think it would take?â
Huo Zheng chuckled.
âSo what youâre saying is that you two arenât women?â
After Qiao Le and Mu Wanwan finished washing their faces, they walked back into the pavilion. Qiao Le sat down beside Fu Dong and asked,
âSuitable for what?â
âWhy did you two come back so quickly?â Huo Zheng asked.
In the large courtyard, the ground was covered with yellowed leaves. An old man dressed in gray cloth was meditating beneath an ancient tree. His hair and beard were both white, his expression kind and calm, giving him an almost immortal-like aura.
âRomance,â Huo Zheng said with a mischievous grin. âSheâs praying for love.â
Huo Zheng quickly dodged to the side.
âIt was just a joke. Is that really necessary?â
âAre you hungry?â Lu Li turned his head to look at the person beside him and asked in a low voice.
At the mention of a highly respected monk, Qiao Le was the first to get excited.
âDoesnât that suit you perfectly?â Huo Zheng teased.
Qiao Le glared at him and called out his nickname.
âHuo Er, get out of my way. If you keep causing trouble, Iâll slap you to death.â
âYeah, Lu Ziqing and An Yao are putting on makeup.â
âDonât women have the important step of touching up their makeup?â
Everyone chatted and laughed. Not long after they arrived at the courtyard where the monk lived, Lu Ziqing and An Yao followed them there.
Mu Wanwan shook her head.
Qiao Le picked up a cup, poured some tea, took two sips, then suddenly splashed it toward Huo Zheng.
âThatâs right. Iâm notâyou are.â
âItâs about time. Letâs go see whether that monk is really as accurate as people say.â Fu Dong glanced at his watch and stood up.
Seeing Lu Li and the others walk in, the master smiled kindly.
âGreetings, benefactors.â
Fu Dong lifted his teacup and took a light sip. His gaze rested on the ancient tree not far away.
âThis place is quite good for cultivating oneâs mind and character.â
Qiao Le snorted.
âIs it really that serious?â
After saying that, she turned to the master with a smile.
âMaster, donât listen to him. I just want to ask for a peace talisman for my parents.â
âSince youâre already here, why not all have your palms read?â Fu Dong suggested.
The master stroked his white beard. His gaze suddenly stopped on Mu Wanwan, and he smiled kindly.
âMiss, would you also like to have your palm read?â
âNo need,â Mu Wanwan replied calmly.