Because the candles were lit at a distance, Shen Yi couldn’t make out what was written on the Rebirth Plaque.
He only saw the man kneel on the cushion again, while the monk stood by his side.
The man offered incense, knelt in sincere prayer, but did not stand up; he remained kneeling there.
Suddenly, the man’s voice, clear and cold, filled the air, "You once said that if I couldn’t let go, then I should accumulate good deeds. I’ve taken your advice and have done many good things over the years. Is she living well now?"
"Amitabha," the monk brought his hands together in prayer, bowing slightly toward the Rebirth Plaque on the altar, "Sincerity is spirit."
"I haven’t dreamed of her once all these years, I have no idea whether she’s living well or not." The man’s voice remained clear and cold, yet Shen Yi heard the desolation in it.
His heart was beating a bit fast, and the flickering candlelight made everything in front of him seem unreal. The man did not seem as young as he was, but a voice inside Shen Yi told him that the man was himself!
The reason he looked so much older might be that the man was his future self!
So whom was he talking about? Who had died?
After a moment of silence, the man seemed very helpless, letting out a slight sigh. His voice continued, "I ask for nothing more than for her to lead a smooth, long life."
"Amitabha," the monk repeated the same phrase, as if there were nothing else to say.
An utterly terrifying thought suddenly surged up from the depths of Shen Yi’s heart.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. He swallowed hard and took steps toward the inside.
The man and the monk, as if unable to see him, never glanced his way.
In the dim candlelight, Shen Yi could finally see the Rebirth Plaque on the altar.
The Rebirth Plaque clearly bore the name Ye Wanwan!
Beyond that, there were also Ye Wanwan’s date of birth and death, everything matching Ye Wanwan exactly.
Shen Yi’s breathing quickened, and he suddenly lunged at the altar, but he grasped at air, finding nothing.
When Shen Yi turned around, the altar was still in place, and the man and the monk were still looking at the Rebirth Plaque.
He heard the man continue, "Wanwan, don’t be afraid. I’ve done a lot of good deeds in your name, very many. I’ve given all my good fortune to you, you’ll surely be happy."
"If possible, I wish you would visit my dreams. It’s not that I want to disrupt your life; I just want to see you for a moment, to see you are doing well, so I can be at peace."
Shen Yi climbed up from the ground, his eyes red with emotion, his heart aching terribly, as if it were broken.
Looking at the man and then at the monk, he found everything incredibly absurd!
His Wanwan was fine, his Wanwan was fine!
Shen Yi remembered, he must be dreaming, he must be dreaming!
But even if it was false, Shen Yi did not want to see such a thing!
His Wanwan would live a long life!
"Stop talking nonsense!" Shen Yi charged over, forcefully trying to push the man away.
However, all his actions were in vain. It was as if they were in two different worlds. He couldn’t touch anything in that world, and they couldn’t hear his voice!
Shen Yi desperately tried to shatter the dream, only to find himself completely powerless.