Jiaojiao nodded, her eyes shining innocently.
The scenery outside the window rushed past, and the sea breeze slipped in through the gaps, bringing a touch of coolness.
Sunlight fell on Lin Ziyan, and the chaotic interplay of light and shadow seemed to create a barrier between them.
Lu Qiuying rested her chin on her hand, looked outside, and also fell into deep thought.
The car soon arrived at the foot of the mountain where Dapuluo Temple was located, where several other cars were parked.
This temple is located on a mountaintop, with its main entrance facing the sea.
People from Fuzhou who return from overseas almost always come here to pay their respects.
Later, steps were built here, and even more people came to climb the mountain and worship at the temple.
The trees stand tall and their intertwined branches form a natural sunshade.
The trees on both sides seem to welcome tourists, stretching upwards and growing along the steps.
The refreshing woody scent mingled with birdsong instantly calms the mind.
"Ayan, what are you carrying in your bag?" Lu Qiuying asked curiously when she saw Lin Ziyan take a black plastic bag out of the trunk.
"Grandma asked me to help burn these paper offerings for blessings," Lin Ziyan said with a light laugh.
She had barely finished speaking when the bag was snatched from her hand.
Lu Yunshen held the bag in one hand and Jiaojiao's little hand in the other.
Compared to Lu Qiuying, Jiaojiao preferred to follow Lu Yunshen.
“Jiaojiao is biased,” Lu Qiuying said, feigning anger.
Jiaojiao turned her head and made a face at them.
Grandma instructed that she should stay with Brother Yun Shen so that someone could carry her when she was tired.
Lin Ziyan burst out laughing; the shrewd Jiaojiao was back in action.
Lu Qiuying, "..."
Was she disliked?
How could anyone like her brother's cold face and dislike her?
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