Luo Qianqian nodded and asked when she heard the broken Chinese language.

“Has he come here already?”

The monk shook his head and said in broken Chinese, “He is not here yet.”

Luo Qianqian let out a sigh of relief. It was good that she did not miss him.

“Then… can I wait here?”

The Indian monk nodded and went back to chanting, leaving her alone in the temple.

Seeing that it was raining, Luo Qianqian found a quiet place to take shelter. She mumbled to herself as she held the Angel of Fate hanging on the bag and touched the pointed hat.

“He will be here soon, right?”

She had lost her mind when she went to Saint Malo last time, and now she was losing her mind again.

She would never have done such a crazy thing before.

But after he appeared, she had done something she had never dared to do before.

As the rain got heavier, Luo Qianqian looked at the statue of Shiva in the temple and prayed that the man she had been waiting for must appear.

She was just putting her hands together and praying when the sound of footsteps arose.

She suddenly opened her eyes and stood up. She had thought that it was Gu Yun Che, but it turned out to be the Indian girl who showed her the way.

The girl ran in with a frightened face, took hold of her arm and hid behind her back as if seeking shelter.

“What happened?”

The girl said a lot of words in Indian, but Luo Qianqian did not understand a thing.

She thought of the monk who knew Chinese, so she was about to ask him to translate for the girl what she was going to say.

But the moment she walked out of the door, she ran into a large group of Indian villagers who rushed into the temple. Someone pointed at the Indian girl behind her and snapped.

Luo Qianqian had no idea what they were talking about, but the Indian girl shivered as if she were scared.

They exchanged a few words and they saw that the girl was still hiding behind her back, so several tall and strong Indian men came forward and dragged her out from behind Luo Qianqian’s back.

Holding her arm, Luo Qianqian staggered and almost fell into the mud.

The girl was crying as if asking for help.

Luo Qianqian did not understand a thing, but she still took hold of the girl and shielded her.

“What are you doing?”

The group of Indians were talking and pointing at the Indian girl behind her.

Luo Qianqian spoke both Chinese and English, but none of them seemed to understand what she was saying. Seeing that she did not want to hand the girl over, several Indian men stepped forward and separated the two.

Then they were about to leave the temple with the struggling Indian girl.

Luo Qianqian gritted her teeth and took hold of the Indian girl, trying to stop them from taking her away.

Although she did not understand what they were talking about, yet she could tell that this girl was definitely in danger.

But she was alone and there were dozens of tall and strong Indian men.

At the beginning, they did not do anything to her because she was a foreigner, but when she tried to steal the girl away, they pushed her into the mud.

The monk came out and stopped her, trying to persuade her.

“That is her family.”

“Why must her family treat her in this way?” Luo Qianqian just could not understand.

Seeing the group of people holding the Indian girl, the Indian monk looked a bit pitiful.

“The girl is getting married today.”