A day or two passed.
Shen Jing began to notice that Sun Qiyan was always preoccupied. He always seemed on the verge of telling her something, yet he never spoke. She didn't press him.
She listened quietly to the monks chanting prayers for blessings in Janet Hall. She often recalled her time in Shanghai's Nanhuai Ancient Temple, accompanying Zhou Luchen as he copied Buddhist scriptures. He would place a pillow for her head and fan her. The backs of the pages, filled with the Jade Rules Scriptures, were covered with her name.
This time, Sun Qiyan was the one by her side, placing a pillow for her.
She listened to the chanting until evening before leaving Janet Hall.
Zhou Luchen in the East Pavilion was just waking up, his days and nights reversed. By sunset, it was Zhou Luchen who was meditating in Janet Hall.
To the left of Janet Hall, an altar table was laden with Prayer Lamps. Their flickering lights cast stark, exceedingly glaring shadows.
