A very bad premonition was rapidly growing.

　　The young man leaned over the table, his whole face buried in his arms, his voice choked, like a piece of fragile porcelain that was about to break.

　　It was obvious from the look on his face that he had guessed some sad truth.

　　Jiang Han couldn’t bear to interrupt him, but his mind was thinking rapidly.

　　In the entire “world”, all the victims are awake and safe, and the impulsive Song Cheng is detained at home and well protected.

　　The only person who could make Wen Tian feel so uncomfortable… was the disappeared Wen Qing.

　　”Ah Tian,” Jiang Han gently placed his palm on the young man’s thin but tough back and said in a deep voice, “What can I do?”

　　The man’s palms were broad and warm, the heat seeping into the skin through the thin clothes, giving off an extremely relaxing sense of security.

　　Wen Tian didn’t look up, but reached out and held the man’s hand that was gently touching his shoulder.

　　Ten fingers fit together, as if two pieces of a puzzle finally found the perfect angle to fit together.

　　A spot of crystal clear water shone slightly on the back of Wen Tian’s hand. Jiang Han frowned and stared at the traces left by the tears. He lowered his head and devoutly wiped away the tears with his warm lips.

　　”A Tian,” Jiang Han pursed his lips and tried to find words, “Tell me, what can I do for you.”

　　”… go to that temple.” After a while, Wen Tian suddenly clenched Jiang Han’s fingers tightly, raised his red eyes with tears still lingering, and said in a trembling voice, “It’s the temple where you met Xiaoguai and me!”

　　Jiang Han immediately recalled, “Okay, let’s go now.”

　　He leaned over to wipe Wen Tian’s tears, asked Yu Sheng to bring a new coat for Wen Tian to put on, and bought a breakfast, staring at Wen Tian as he ate it bite by bite.

　　The young man’s pale face finally looked better.

　　He mechanically followed Jiang Han’s arrangements, and his blank mind began to protect itself, refusing to think about anything anymore.

　　Jiang Han carried him into the car. Wen Tian held the novel tightly in his hand, and his clean nails turned blue and white from the force.

　　Jiang Han pried open his fingers and held them in his hands, then held him in his arms, worried to the point of not knowing what to do.

　　In the car, Jiang Han was also trying hard to think about the relationship between Wen Qing and the “world”.

　　After a moment, Jiang Han’s eyes darkened.

　　Wen Tian said that he entered this world after seeing the book first, and at one point he even thought that he had just “traveled through a book.”

　　Isn’t this another form of awakening?

　　Jiang Han is the protagonist in the story. Because of Lin Qing’s awe of him, he is above the world system. He can rely on his self-awareness to discover plot loopholes and wake up step by step.

　　What about Wen Tian?

　　In this “world”, how did Wen Tian, ​​an absolute weakling, wake up?

　　——It must have a huge relationship with Wen Qing.

　　Wen Tian was so sad, could it be that Wen Qing had already…

　　Jiang Han’s heart skipped a beat and he held his breath nervously.

　　”Ah Tian?” the man asked cautiously, “What happened the last time you took Xiaoguai to that temple?”

　　Wen Tian was still immersed in grief, he leaned in Jiang Han’s arms, his forehead against the man’s broad shoulders, his whole face buried in the shadows.

　　Jiang Han looked carefully, but could only see the young man’s trembling eyelashes.

　　Wen Tian was extremely scared.

　　I was so scared that I couldn’t stop shaking.

　　I am afraid that after going through so much trouble to finally break free from the shackles of the “world”, I will suddenly find that the real me has lost everything.

　　I’m afraid that after I find out the truth, I’ll discover that it’s even more cruel.

　　He was afraid that he…had become an orphan with both his parents dead.

　　He didn’t even have the strength to pull himself together and answer Jiang Han.

　　Wen Tian grabbed Jiang Han’s collar tightly, his lips trembling, his voice shaking and choking, “Go in and ask for me if there was a woman named Wen Qing who came here to make a wish.”

　　Jiang Han frowned slightly.

　　This temple is the most popular temple in the capital, receiving tens of thousands of tourists every day. Who can remember an old friend who came here three years ago?

　　However, Jiang Han thought about it and did not ask.

　　He parked the car in the parking lot, asked Yu Sheng to look after Wen Tian, ​​who was in a very bad condition, and got out of the car in a hurry.

　　After thinking about it, he went directly to find the person in charge of the temple’s external affairs.

　　”Wen Qing?” Unexpectedly, the person in charge had a very deep memory of Wen Qing.

　　”She has come to the temple to donate money before,” the person in charge paused, “In fact, three years ago, she seemed to have donated money to all the temples.”

　　”Several temple leaders I’m familiar with have an impression of her.”

　　The person in charge took out the account record of Wen Qing’s donation at that time, “I asked her at that time whether she was just being pious or had some other request, and she said…”

　　The person in charge thought for a moment and said, “She said she just wanted her child to be safe and happy.”

　　Wen Qing not only donated a large sum of money, but also asked the temple to give Wen Qing a long-burning butter lamp.

　　The butter lamps are placed in the main hall where the masters perform morning and evening classes, and every day there are monks responsible for adding oil and praying for blessings.

　　There were frequent exchanges between temples. When everyone was talking about it one day, he learned that Wen Qing had donated large sums of money to each temple, and each temple lit a Wen Tian lamp.

　　The person in charge once advised Wen Qing that one’s destiny is in one’s own hands and only when one becomes strong can the gods add icing on the cake. Ghee lamps and the like are just a scam and a sheer waste of lamp oil.

　　Wen Qing smiled and said, “Just to seek peace of mind.”

　　”I always feel that the lamp oil is like my life. As long as I am still alive, I will keep my children safe and sound.”

　　The person in charge was extremely puzzled by Wen Qing’s superstition.

　　He thought for a moment and asked again, “Did the donor encounter any difficulties? Or should we call the police first?”

　　Wen Qing looked at the eternal lamp that had just been lit in confusion.

　　”Call the police?” Wen Qing’s eyes were empty, with lamp’s swaying figure reflected in her pupils. She said blankly, “The police won’t take care of this kind of thing, right?”

　　The person in charge scratched his bald head and said, “Hiss… something the police don’t care about?”

　　It looks like something really happened.

　　”Later, she refused to say anything,” the person in charge in the office was still puzzled, “but I always feel that what happened to her must be supernatural, and it is very likely related to her child.”

　　”Oh, what a great mother. I wonder if these eternal lights can help her.”

　　Jiang Han remained silent.

　　The eternal lamp burns the warm and pure life.

　　These words made Jiang Han feel extremely fortunate that Wen Tian did not come.

　　Jiang Han lowered his eyes in thought.