Gu Yunche had no idea that Luo Qianqian had come to Bangalore, nor did he know anything about what had happened there.
We didn't arrive at the outskirts of Bangalore until the rain stopped at 5 p.m.
I saw the smashed car outside the Shiva temple, but only glanced at it briefly before continuing towards the temple.
Once inside the temple, we went directly to the shrine dedicated to Shiva.
The Indian monk saw him and nodded slightly.
"Mr. Gu, you've arrived."
"Have you prepared what I asked for?" Gu Yunche didn't waste any words and went straight to asking the question he was concerned about.
The Indian monk got up, went to fetch a small box wrapped in cloth, and presented it to him with both hands.
"I'm ready."
Gu Yunche took it, opened it, checked it, and said.
"Then, we're even."
He repacked his things, carried them away from the Shiva temple, but as he was leaving, he accidentally stepped on something soft.
He glanced down and thought the shape looked familiar, so he bent down and picked up the small wad of cloth covered in mud.
Although it was covered in mud, he could tell from its shape that it was exactly the same as the little rag doll he had bought in Italy and sent to Luo Qianqian not long ago.
But how could something like this appear in a remote Shiva temple in India?
Moreover, this doll is not only an angel of destiny, but judging from the only remaining patch of clay, even its color is exactly the same as the one he bought for Luo Qianqian.
The Indian monk, seeing him stop, assumed he had something else to do.
"Mr. Gu, is there anything else?"
Gu Yunche, holding what he was holding, turned around and asked.
"How did this thing get here?"
The Indian monk suddenly remembered what had happened that afternoon, and the Chinese girl who had come looking for him.
"By the way, Mr. Gu, a Chinese girl came here this afternoon with your photo and asked if you had come. She must have come to see you."
He almost forgot about it if he hadn't asked.
"A Chinese girl?" Gu Yunche felt a sense of unease.
He couldn't think of anyone else besides Luo Qianqian who had recently learned that she had come to Bangalore and had this doll.
A few days ago, she asked him again where he was going recently, and he told her the truth: he was going to this Shiva temple.
“Yes, just over two hours ago, I was waiting for you here,” the Indian monk said.
However, I've known him for quite a few years and know that he's always been a loner.
So if the girl hadn't been holding his photo, he would hardly believe that anyone would come here looking for him.
Gu Yunche's expression darkened, and he pressed for an answer.
Where is she?
The Indian monk sighed and said, "She came with an Indian girl who had run away from her arranged marriage. The girl's family and fiancé came looking for her, and she tried to rescue her but was captured and taken to a village in the south."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yunche put down the package he had just retrieved and said with a solemn expression.
"I'll come and pick it up when I'm done."
After saying that, he strode out of the Shiva temple, got into his car, and glanced at the smashed car.
It's not hard to guess that this car was driven by her.
He just didn't expect that someone who hadn't contacted him much in the past two days would appear here.
With the car smashed to pieces, she could almost imagine how terrified she must have been facing such a scene alone.
He didn't dare to linger and drove straight to a village in the south, where he indeed saw that a family had just held a wedding.
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