Mo'er seemed to vaguely understand.
Ye Tianxin felt God was being rather unfair to Xie Xuning.
Her father was rich and powerful, and God took away his wife whom he centered his entire life around.
Her father could abandon everything and only ask for his wife to come back to him.
With a loud banging noise, a bamboo stick fell in front of Xie Xuning's kneeling futon.
Xie Xuning bent over and picked it up. A number was written in red on one end of the bamboo stick.
Xie Xuning handed the bamboo stick to the monk. The monk used a Buddhist horn and took out the sign from one side.
There was a word "lucky" written in red on the sign.
Xie Xuning didn't take a closer look. He carefully placed the sign in the front pocket of his winter jacket.
He had a nightmare last night, but he received a lucky sign today.
Maybe this was God's will.