The girl's name is Xiaohui, and the scholar's name is Shen Fan.
The two once fell in love in Yuelao Temple.
Tonight, when Xiaohui tried hard to keep Shen Fan, Shen Fan was also at Yuelao Temple, trying to get the last lantern to leave the last beautiful memories for his sweetheart.
When neither of them knew it, they rushed towards each other.
When Gu Nuoer said this, she happily raised the lantern, her eyes bright.
"When they left, Xiaohui and Shen Fan gave me the lanterns!"
"Shen Fan said that a kind-hearted person gave it to him. It turns out it's you, Brother Siming!"
"Destiny has come and gone, and Brother Siming's things are actually in my hands. This feeling is so novel!"
At this moment, Ye Siming felt as if he had been enlightened.
His dark eyes were stunned.
If it hadn't snowed heavily tonight, Shen Fan would have left by boat.
Because of the heavy snowfall, Shen Fan had the last courage to come to Yuelao Temple to get a lantern and take one last look at his beloved.
If Ye Siming didn't have any kindness in his heart, he would let the lantern out.
Then maybe Shen Fan wouldn't rush out of Yuelao Temple with a lantern in hand, and meet Xiaohui.
It was precisely because of the heavy snow that Xiaohui met the kind-hearted Gu Nuoer, who took her to the ferry and met Shen Fan outside Yuelao Temple.
If Gu Nuoer hadn't been riding the horse, then with Xiaohui's speed, he would have definitely missed Shen Fan.
There is a sense of God's will in this.
How many couples did a heavy snowfall bring together?
Ye Siming suddenly turned his head and looked at the statue of the god standing in the brightly lit hall.
The statue of Yue Lao has a compassionate face and looks at the world with a smile.
The young man has a tall and straight posture, and his eyes are deep and dark, implying a hint of transparency.
He understood in a daze.
A message that God wanted to convey to him.
His unintentional kindness will not only help others, but in the end, fate will return to his own hands.
Seeing him in a daze, Gu Nuoer couldn't help but hold his hand.
The girl tilted her head, her pretty eyebrows looked even more lively because of the snow.
"Brother Siming, why are you so dazed?
The snow is too heavy, shall we go?"
Ye Siming suddenly held Gu Nuoer's hand tightly.
He led her to the corridor of Yuelao Hall.
"Wait for me here."
His tone was calm and gentle, and he raised his hand to brush away the cold snow from Gu Nuoer's hair.
Then, Ye Siming lowered his head very naturally and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Such an intimate gesture didn't seem abrupt at all to him.
Instead, Gu Nuoer was startled, and her white cheeks turned pink as if they had been rubbed with rouge.
She held the lamp obediently and turned to watch Ye Siming step into the bright temple.
Naturally, Ye Siming did not kneel down, but took some fine incense and lit it in front of the Yuelao Statue.
Afterwards, he put the incense into the altar.
He clasped his hands together, closed his long eyes, and moved his thin lips slightly, not knowing what he was saying.
Gu Nuoer's beautiful and moist eyes were filled with surprise.
"Brother Siming, you can actually worship gods!"
At this time, in the void, Green Marriage's voice seemed to be teasing, but also seemed serious -
[Tsk, princess, princess, don’t you understand?
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[The person in front of you neither wants the reputation of eternal meritorious service nor the glory of being applauded by the whole house.
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[All he wants and wants now is that the gods will pity him and give him a chance to fall in love with you for a thousand or ten thousand years as they do for every sentient being.
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He did not do it to thank God, he just became a believer in love.