Gu Nuoer learned from their conversation.

The girl's name is Xiaohui, and the scholar's name is Shen Fan.

The two once fell in love in the Yuelao Temple.

Tonight, when Xiaohui tried to keep Shen Fan, Shen Fan was also at the Yuelao Temple, trying to get the last lantern, so as to leave the last good memory for his sweetheart.

When neither of them knew, they ran towards each other.

When Gu Nuoer said this, she happily raised the lantern, her eyes bright.

"When they left, Xiao Hui and Shen Fan gave me the lanterns!"

"Shen Fan said that this was given to him by a kind person. It turns out that it was you, brother Siming!"

"Fate comes and goes. Brother Siming's things actually got into my hands. This feeling is so novel!"

At this moment, Ye Siming felt a sense of empowerment in his heart.

His black eyes were stunned.

If there is no heavy snow tonight, Shen Fan will leave by boat.

It was because of the heavy snow that Shen Fan had the last courage to come to Yuelao Temple to get a lantern and take a last look at his beloved.

If Ye Siming didn't have any kindness in his heart, he would let the lantern out.

Then Shen Fan might not have rushed out of the Yuelao Temple with a lantern in hand, and met Xiaohui.

It was also because of the heavy snow that Xiaohui met the kind-hearted Gu Nuoer, took her to the ferry, and met Shen Fan outside the Yuelao Temple.

If it wasn't for Gu Nuo'er riding the horse, then, with Xiao Hui's speed, she would definitely miss Shen Fan.

In the dark, there is a feeling of providence.

A heavy snow, how many couples have been fulfilled?

Ye Siming suddenly turned his head and looked at the statue of the **** standing in the hall, where the lights were bright.

The statue of the old moon, with a compassionate face, looked at the world with a smile.

The youth is tall and straight, and his eyes are deep and dark, implying a trace of transparency.

He suddenly understood.

A message that God wanted to convey to him.

One of his unintentional kind thoughts not only help others, but in the end, fate will return to his own hands.

Seeing him in a daze, Gu Nuoer couldn't help but hold his hand.

The girl tilted her head, her brows and eyes were pretty, and she looked more agile because of the snow.

"Brother Siming, why are you in a daze? It's snowing too much, shall we go?"

Ye Siming suddenly held Gu Nuo'er's hand tightly.

He led her to the corridor of Yue Lao Palace.

"Wait for me here." His tone was calm and gentle, and he raised his hand to brush the cold snow on Gu Nuo'er's hair.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Siming lowered his head very naturally and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

Such an intimate gesture, when he did it, didn't seem abrupt at all.

Instead, after making Gu Nuoer startled, her white and greasy cheeks were as pink as rouge.

She carried the lamp obediently and turned to watch Ye Siming step into the bright temple.

Naturally, Ye Siming didn't kneel, but just brought some fine incense and set it on fire in front of the statue of Yue Lao.

Afterwards, he inserted the incense into the altar.

He folded his hands together, closed his long eyes, and moved his thin lips slightly, not knowing what he was talking about.

Gu Nuo'er was surprised in her beautiful and moist eyes.

"Brother Siming, you can actually worship God!"

At this time, in the void, the green marriage seemed to be teasing, but also a serious voice came——

[Tsk, princess, princess, don't you understand? 】

[The person in front of you wants neither the reputation of the world's meritorious deeds, nor the glory of applause. 】

[What he asks and thinks now is nothing more than hoping that the gods will pity him, like pity every sentient being, and give him a chance to love you for a thousand years or 10,000 years. 】

He didn't give thanks to God, he just became a believer in love.