"All right, you more or less understand Tang San's situation now. I'm leaving."
Watching Ning Bei's back, Bibi Dong's gaze went dazed for a moment. Those words—that Little Snow only cared whether he had come or not—kept echoing in her ears. Once upon a time, she too had longed for someone to secretly glance at her from the shadows. It was just that nothing would ever go as she wished.
Arriving at Back Mountain, Ning Bei climbed the steps of the Angel Temple one by one, lest the Little Angel lose her temper later and say he was disrespecting the Angel God.
The ancient, simple temple doors came into view, and Ning Bei did not hesitate at all before stepping forward and knocking.
"Creak."
As the temple doors opened, the figures of several worshipers appeared before him one after another. Seeing that it was Ning Bei who had arrived, their expressions all differed.
"Well, well, if it isn't Elder Brother's granddaughter's husband who vanished for two whole years."
"Isn't that the truth? It's rare this guy still remembers Little Snow."
"Exactly. Before every trial, Little Snow always stands in front of the temple for ages, waiting for some bastard to come see her. If not for the god trials, she might have turned into a stone wife waiting for her husband by now."
Compared to the teasing from the worshipers, Qian Daoliu's face darkened quite a bit. He looked at Ning Bei, snorted coldly, and said, "Hmph. What are you here for?"
Knowing he was in the wrong, Ning Bei immediately put on a fawning smile.
"Listen to what you're saying, old man. Of course I came to see Snow'er. As for disappearing for two years, there was truly a reason for it. Otherwise, this guy would have come long