This decision was so difficult, it felt like tearing his heart out.
But having made up his mind, he didn't delay and called Xin Zikai.
The following day, Xiang Zhilan heard the news from Xin Zikai, who hadn't returned home all night.
After hanging up the phone, she buried her face in Shen Muzhi's shoulder and cried for a long time, almost to the point of bursting.
Her relationship with Ni Sitian had long surpassed that of blood sisters, and she found it hard to accept that she might have to face the consequences tomorrow.
Ten percent, that's a smaller chance than the chance of curing some cancer cells.
If she hadn't been so careless as to open the door and be kidnapped by Li Rui's men that day, Ni Sitian wouldn't have suffered this fate while trying to save her. It was all her fault.
When Shen Muzhi heard Xiang Zhilan's suppressed sobs, which sounded as if she were in so much pain that she was about to die, he gently stroked her back. He knew that any words of advice would be useless at this moment.
After crying until her voice was hoarse and she could no longer shed tears, she nestled silently in Shen Muzhi's arms.
“Sitian is a very good and kind girl.” Xiang Zhilan’s voice was hoarse as she recalled softly, “The first time I saw her, she was still in elementary school, three years younger than me, thin and small. She was bullied by her classmates who threw her things in the trash can. I saw her squatting there picking them up, with a group of little girls watching, including her stepmother’s daughter.”
"So you went to help her because of your strong sense of justice?" Shen Muzhi asked, continuing her question, seemingly able to imagine the little girl with the demeanor of an older sister.
Xiang Zhilan recalled, a faint smile appearing on her lips: "Yes, later this guy started clinging to me."
At first, she was just trying to stand up for what was right, but as she watched the petite and frail Ni Sitian smile at her and call her "senior sister," she thought it wouldn't be so bad to have a cute little radish following her around.
Later, they became closer and more intimate. She truly treated Ni Sitian like a younger sister because she knew about Ni Sitian's situation at home and always wanted to take care of her.
Ni Sitian may look gentle, but she has a very strong personality and grew up well despite her difficult family environment.
"What will we do tomorrow..." Xiang Zhilan bit her lip, not daring to imagine any more. "She's never been a very lucky person; she's never won a lottery before, and now she only has a ten percent chance..."
“Maybe she used up all her luck in the lottery this time,” Shen Muzhi comforted her in a low voice. “What she needs now is more support and encouragement. Let’s not be discouraged. You also said she’s very strong, so she’ll definitely be fine.”
“Yes, she is very strong, and she finally had a child. She will definitely get better.” Xiang Zhilan sniffed, wiped away her tears haphazardly, and said, “I want to go to Wan’an Temple.”
There was nothing she could do to help Ni Sitian; all she could do was pray to the gods and Buddhas in the hall. She had never believed in such things before, but at this moment, she couldn't find peace of mind if she didn't do something.
“Okay, I’ll go with you.” Shen Muzhi touched Xiang Zhilan’s cheek and wiped away her tears.
The two set off immediately. Wan'an Temple is a famous Buddhist temple in Yihai, located on a high mountain in the suburbs.
Shen Mu originally wanted to hire a bamboo sedan chair at the foot of the mountain to carry her up, as that would be easier.
However, Xiang Zhilan said that she had to be sincere in praying to the gods and that she had to climb the mountain herself. So he helped her slowly walk up the hundreds of steps to the top of the mountain.
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