She searched many places, yet couldn’t find him.
On television, in magazines, in newspapers, during that period, reports of Gu Yixuan’s car accident were published daily. Many speculated that he might have been disfigured and had quietly gone abroad for treatment. Newest update provided by NovelHub(.)net
Others wondered if he might have already died. The Gu family, to stabilize their stocks, hadn’t made his death public.
The second speculation filled Mo Ran with fear.
It wasn’t an impossibility; Gu Yixuan was indeed the backbone of the Gu Family company, and if he had unfortunately passed away, the stock would surely plummet, and the Gu Family might be finished.
To preserve the Gu Family, they couldn’t publicize the news of his death.
If it were really so...
Mo Ran dared not continue that thought; the mere idea of him possibly having left this world caused her heart to ache as if sliced by a knife, making even breathing difficult.
Gu Yixuan, you must be okay, you must survive, do you hear?
Grandma says, you’ve weathered so many storms, so this time, you’ll definitely pull through, right?
Mo Ran prayed every day, hoping that Gu Yixuan would be safe and return soon.
She had heard that Baoxiang Temple in W City was famous, and it had a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree. As long as one hung a wish on its branches and rang the temple bell, the wish would come true.
Mo Ran decided to make a wish. When she arrived at Baoxiang Temple, it was already seven in the evening. The temple hadn’t closed yet, and Mo Ran found a monk to explain her intentions.
The monk had someone engrave a wish plank for her, and Mo Ran personally hung the wish plank on the branch.
"There’s a bell on the back mountain; you can go up by yourself. But be careful, the mountain path is slippery, and it’s already dark," the monk cautioned.
"Thank you, Master," Mo Ran said, looking at the large bell on the distant mountain. She asked again, "Master, will my wish come true with just one ring of the bell?"
"Actually, this is just a way for everyone to place their hopes. Whether it’s efficacious or not depends on one’s destiny. Some say that the more times the bell is rung, the more likely the wish will come true. However, those who come to offer incense usually ring it just once."
Mo Ran nodded, "I understand."
During the day, there were many visitors coming and going on the mountain path to ring the bell. Now there was no one, only a few dim streetlights shining on the path.
Mo Ran walked to the mountaintop, and looking at the massive bell housed within the pavilion, she suddenly felt a sense of ancient and ethereal tranquility.