The abbot took the glass bottle and carefully examined the ashes inside.

The ashes shimmered with a strange golden hue in the morning light.

"Come in and talk." The abbot turned and walked towards the meditation room.

In the Zen room, Shi Heng knelt on the cushion, his eyes never leaving the glass bottle in the abbot's hand.

"Master, can I still find her?"

The abbot placed the glass bottle on the table and nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Where is it? How do I find it?" Hope lit up in Shi Heng's eyes.

The abbot said calmly, "Donor, there is no need to look for me deliberately. Your fate is not over yet, and we will meet again when the time is right."

Shi Heng asked anxiously: "Then how long do we have to wait?"

"We'll meet when the time comes."

The abbot's gaze was profound. "I just want to remind you, benefactor, that the newborn will have a new face, and the past is gone. In her eyes, you are just a stranger."

Shi Heng's slender fingers slowly tightened, his knuckles turning white, but suddenly loosened in the next second.

The corners of his lips curled up in a determined arc, and his deep voice was filled with unquestionable strength.

"It doesn't matter if she doesn't remember me, as long as I remember her."

He stood up and said, "I will make her fall in love with me again. No, this time, I will make her love me even more deeply."

The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. Since you have such a heart, I will give you a word of advice: Sincerity can break through all obstacles, but don't force it."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Shi Heng nodded slightly, turned around and left with the glass bottle in his hand.

The abbot looked at his back with a relieved smile on his face.

"This disaster is finally over."