The incense in the temple is quite flourishing, as people from the town often come to burn incense.
So the place is filled with a strong scent of smoke. Qi Ruigang worried that the smoke might harm their health, so he quickly pulled Mo Lan outside.
They returned to the wishing tree, and Qi Ruigang handed her a pen and cloth strip.
"Write down your wish," he said.
"Do you know what my wish is?" Mo Lan suddenly asked, and Qi Ruigang pursed his lips.
There was no need to say it; he already knew that her wish was to leave him and have no ties with him for the rest of her life.
They sat by a stone table, and Mo Lan earnestly wrote down her wish.
Worried that the cloth might be blown away by the wind, exposing its content to outsiders, Mo Lan didn't write in Chinese but in English.
She wrote diligently, and Qi Ruigang, watching her handwriting, laughed and said, "Can China's Goddess of Mercy understand English?"
"If she can't, so be it." Anyway, she didn't believe in it.
