Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 350 Suddenly Like a Dream

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Lin Zhiyi stared blankly at the ring in her hand, her mind a complete blank.

The male ring had always been on Gong Chen’s hand, and without his permission, Sang Ran couldn’t possibly have taken it off.

So this was not just a warning from Sang Ran, but also Gong Chen’s intention.

He still chose someone else.

This was not surprising at all.

Lin Zhiyi felt relieved.

But her breaths came in staccato, as if countless thorns were piercing her heart, painfully suffocating.

Seeing this, Sang Li’s face turned somber as he took the card: "I will ask for clarification."

"No need." Lin Zhiyi took back the card and stuffed it into an envelope along with the ring, then placed it in the drawer of the entryway, "She did nothing wrong."

"Zhiyi..."

"Let’s go, I’m hungry," Lin Zhiyi said rationally.

"Okay."

...

The wedding of Sang Ran and Gong Chen proceeded as usual.

It was less a wedding between two families, and more a city-wide and internet-wide celebration.

The night before the wedding, the two reserved hotels were filled with various famous people from the industry.

The paparazzi didn’t sleep at all, either capturing this star or that celebrity. Without being at the venue, the internet was already abuzz.

Lin Zhiyi simply turned off her phone and picked up a magazine from the bookshelf to hypnotize herself to sleep.

After flipping through a couple of pages, she became lost in thought, no idea what she was thinking about.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang three times before she came back to her senses and went to open the door.

Sister Zhou somehow found two crutches and handed one to Lin Zhiyi.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"What’s up?" Lin Zhiyi asked, puzzled as she picked up the crutch.

"Tomorrow I’m going to climb a mountain and watch the sunrise," Sister Zhou said.

"Huh?"

Lin Zhiyi looked at Sister Zhou in surprise, trying to find a hint of jest on her face.

But she looked incredibly serious.

Sister Zhou’s hands were on the crutches: "Let’s go. The city’s noisy enough as it is, it won’t miss the two of us."

Instantly, Lin Zhiyi understood Sister Zhou’s intention.

"Okay."

At 2 o’clock in the early morning of the next day, while the city was still asleep, Lin Zhiyi and Sister Zhou took a car to Zhu Shan outside the city.

The lush path from the foot to the peak was pitch black, making people feel exceptionally small.

The two of them walked and stopped, taking nearly three hours to reach the mountaintop.

When she sat down, Lin Zhiyi felt as though her legs weren’t her own anymore.

Sister Zhou, bending over and holding the crutches, looked quite comical.

Lin Zhiyi helped her sit down, then took out the bread she had bought in advance from her bag and handed it to her.

Sister Zhou saw that her hands were occupied, so she broke off half the bread for her: "How is it? Feel good?"

Lin Zhiyi zipped up her windbreaker and nodded with a smile: "Feel good."

The two began to eat the bread, and soon someone shouted.

"Sunrise."

Lin Zhiyi looked up at the distance. The originally misty sky revealed a gleam of gold, and then everything gradually became clear and bright.

She looked up, took a deep breath, and felt completely refreshed all over.

"Sister Zhou, thank you!" Lin Zhiyi shouted towards the sky.

"Huh?" Sister Zhou, disheveled by the wind, obviously didn’t hear clearly.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t answer her but looked in a certain direction and whispered again.

Thank you, Gong Chen.

Sister Zhou, who has complained countless times in her social circle about how exercising to lose weight is going to be the death of her, how could she suddenly want to climb a mountain?

Lin Zhiyi knew it was Gong Chen’s idea.

Only when the Gong Family confirmed that she would not attend the wedding would they be at ease.

"Zhiyi, why are you crying?" Sister Zhou hurriedly looked for a tissue.

Lin Zhiyi raised her hand to touch her cheek and found that, without knowing when, her tears uncontrollably fell down.

She hastily wiped them away: "The wind is too strong."

After watching the sunrise, Sister Zhou pointed to a temple in the mountains.

"Since we’re here, we can’t go back empty-handed. I heard this temple is quite efficacious, let’s go and get a talisman," she suggested.

Lin Zhiyi asked dimly: "What are you going to pray for?"

Sister Zhou had a mournful expression: "I’ve had a breakup, I’m so miserable."

"Aren’t you just in a relationship?"

"Broke up." Sister Zhou put her hands on her hips.

"Why?"

Lin Zhiyi remembered that Sister Zhou had previously said she had found her true love.

Sister Zhou curled her lip: "The cold spell recently returned; I told him to wear an extra coat to work, and he said I was acting like an old woman. If caring for him now makes me an old woman, wouldn’t I just be a free nanny after we got married?"

To console Sister Zhou, Lin Zhiyi accompanied her into the temple.

The temple was not large, quaint and simple, appearing especially serene amid the shadows of the trees.

The sunlight falling on the somewhat mottled walls was full of the sense of time’s sediment.

Chanting was coming from inside the hall, and the devout stood outside praying for something.

After a moment, everyone lined up to go in.

Lin Zhiyi was also dragged into the line by Sister Zhou, she whispered, "I’m not here for praying for a love life."

Sister Zhou smiled, "It’s all the same no matter what you pray for."

Lin Zhiyi thought it made sense; since she was already there.

She followed Sister Zhou into the main hall, both bought candles, and then prayed in the center of the hall where candles flickered.

Lin Zhiyi slowly closed her eyes.

Hoping her hand would recover.

Hoping for a smooth future.

Hoping...

A face emerged in her mind, and she couldn’t help but open her eyes and look up at the Buddha statue.

For some reason, there was a strangely familiar feeling in her heart.

But she was clearly here for the first time at the mountain temple.

As she was reminiscing, Sister Zhou nudged her with her elbow.

"Put down the candle, everyone’s waiting behind."

"Yeah."

Lin Zhiyi came back to her senses, placed the candle on the altar, and left through another door.

Before leaving, a simply dressed novice monk would let everyone choose a talisman, wishing for their desires to come true.

Lin Zhiyi casually took one and left the main hall.

Just as she walked onto a small stone bridge, an old monk in monastic robes accompanied by several young monks was coming onto the bridge.

The elder monk looked at her intently for a few seconds, nodded, and smiled, as if recognizing her.

Before Lin Zhiyi could react, the elder monk went straight down the bridge.

She came back to her senses and politely gave way to them.

In a trance, she spotted a familiar figure among the group.

He walked silently in the back, his eyes full of world-weariness; his face was the same, yet his expression seemed to have aged twenty years.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t think twice and chased after them.

After catching up, the figure vanished without a trace.

She stood under the tree, utterly bewildered.

Sister Zhou, panting heavily, caught up: "Zhiyi, how do you still have the energy to run? I’m almost exhausted. What are you looking for?"

Lin Zhiyi withdrew her gaze and shook her head: "Nothing. Let’s go."

At that moment, the sound of the bell being struck came from afar.

Lin Zhiyi paused; it was as if something in her heart was urging her.

She immediately turned to look at the bell tower, the person on top gradually merging with the one in her mind.

That person seemed to sense something too and turned to look at Lin Zhiyi.

It was him.

Gong Chen.

How could he be here?

Wasn’t he supposed to be at the wedding venue?

"Zhiyi? Zhiyi!" Sister Zhou called loudly.

Lin Zhiyi snapped back to reality, looking again at the bell tower, only to find the face had disappeared, replaced by the strange faces of the young monks.

She frowned incredulously.

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It had to be Gong Chen!

She grabbed Sister Zhou and pointed towards the bell tower: "Sister Zhou, who do you see up there?"

Sister Zhou tiptoed and scrutinized carefully three times: "A young monk, who else?"

Lin Zhiyi focused on the gently swaying bell, its lingering sound drifting further away from her ears.

"Sister Zhou, what time is it?"

"It’s..." Sister Zhou pursed her lips, "the auspicious hour."