His gaze, his tone, his actions, all carried a kind of doting affection. At that time, she felt so happy.
And now, three years have passed, his gaze, his tone, his actions remain unchanged, even more doting than before, yet she feels a sense of sorrow.
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Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston wandered around the temple, passing hall after hall. Mabel bowed before most of the Buddha statues. Due to the presence of Kyle, he would directly tell her the names and even the history of many statues, so she didn't even need to read the explanatory text below the statues.
"I thought you were an atheist, and wouldn't be interested in Buddhism," Mabel said.
Kyle smiled faintly, "I am an atheist, but throughout generations, the Kinston Family has had many Buddhist believers. The Kinston Family also built many Buddha statues in Falling City, and there are many Buddhist books in the Kinston residence there. If I was bored, I would sometimes flip through them."
