With a gentle smile, he took her hand and said to the abbot, "Yes, we're going inside."

“Amitabha, please come in!"

In truth, Sheffield wasn't a religious man, but since they happened to pass by this temple and Evelyn had showed some interest, he decided to go along with the moment.

They walked into the hall together and lit incense sticks. Evelyn prayed sincerely.

Sheffield quietly watched her pray with her eyes closed. Then he whispered to the Buddha in his heart, “Buddha, I'm Sheffield Thompson.

The woman next to me is Evelyn Hilton. Please let her become my wife.

If you bless me with this gift, I will renovate this temple and make a generous donation. If she marries someone else, I will live here and bother you every day until you bring her back to me. Please, please, please, please.

They put their incense into the censer. Evelyn knelt before the Buddha.

Instead of kneeling, Sheffield bowed down with his hands clasped together.

There was a quiet room behind the hall, which was filled with items for sale.

Sheffield wasn't planning on going inside the room at first, but then something dawned upon him and he dragged Evelyn along with him.

Evelyn looked at him in confusion.

“Do you want to buy something?"

"Yes!" Since the elderly were more inclined to believe in Buddhism, he wanted to buy Miranda a New Year's gift.

When they came out of the temple, they met the abbot again.

"Amitabha, are you leaving? The road back can be very slippery in this season.

Please be careful and may you be safe."

“Thanks a lot!" They both expressed their gratitude politely.

The abbot smiled and waved his hands at them.

"Don't forget to redeem your wishes!"

Sheffield and Evelyn looked at each other.

"Sure," said Sheffield.

After all, if his wish were granted, he would worship the Buddha in every festival. However, the fact that this old monk thought to remind them about redeeming their wishes seemed interesting to Sheffield. Was he implying that Evelyn would marry Sheffield?

The mere thought of it excited his senses.

It was already getting dark, but the people inside the Hilton family manor were still surrounded by boisterous conviviality.