TYPnovel Chapter 1065: Moved
Chapter 1065: Moved
Strangely, this sense of inner peace emerged from within me once again, even before my memory fully returned.
The mountain road was a bit steep, but Adrian Lancaster was an excellent driver.
The Lamborghini twisted and turned before finally parking in front of an ancient temple. All the way up, there were hardly any houses; this place seemed isolated from the world, like an independent universe.
As Faye Turner opened the door and got out, she was greeted by a massive ginkgo tree, only surrounded by five or six people. It was lush and verdant, certainly thousands of years old.
The wind at the mountain top was quite strong, rustling the leaves. A glance down the mountain was refreshing to the mind and spirit.
Adrian Lancaster also took in the view, saying little to her outside. He merely wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her into the temple.
Two abbots draped in robes came out when they heard the car engine, "Hello, Mr. Lancaster." They were about sixty years old.
"Hello, Master," Adrian Lancaster greeted them, and Faye Turner followed suit in greeting them.
The temple was large, with dark yellow outer walls and deep brown doors, showing its history.
The architecture consisted of several buildings, a dignified and solemn place where even the air felt different from elsewhere.
After completing the greeting, Adrian Lancaster held Faye Turner’s shoulder and introduced her, "Master, this is my wife. I have found her."
Faye Turner bowed once again to the abbots, who returned the gesture, "Amitabha, congratulations."
Adrian Lancaster led her inside and moved towards the pavilion with a sense of ease in his steps.
"Watch your step." His care was evident, always mindful of her safety; the wooden stairs were a bit steep.
Faye Turner walked beside him, still asking nothing, but she guessed he’d come every Saturday, right?
Would he ask her to share the burden?
What could it be?
Upstairs was a large Grand Archives, tall bookshelves lined the walls, none empty, brimming with books.
On a wide table lay unfinished scriptures, one side densely packed with text, the other side blank—visibly a vast undertaking.
Two brushes rested on the inkstone.
Adrian Lancaster approached the table, glancing at the tens of thousands of characters transcribed last Saturday, content with the handwriting, having devoted himself to it.
"You didn’t copy this, did you?" Faye Turner’s chest tightened slightly as she looked at him incredulously.
"I did." Adrian Lancaster met her gaze, "During the days you weren’t here, even as an atheist, I became particularly devout."
His voice bore no resentment, only sincerity, with a gentle and attractive smile gracing his lips.
He said, "I promised before the Bodhisattva that as long as the Bodhisattva could return you safely to my side, I would finish copying the scriptures in the Grand Archives."
Stunned!
Faye Turner’s eyes widened as she slowly lifted her gaze to look again at the rows of bookshelves!
How long would it take to finish copying them?
"For a lifetime," he said, then picked up the brush, "During my most difficult times, the sleepless, appetite-less days, this is where I spent my time."
Only here did his heart find some peace?
Thus, Faye Turner came up beside him, taking the initiative to prepare the ink, showing through her actions that she was willing to stay by his side, to help transcribe these scriptures together.
This, too, was Adrian Lancaster’s deep love for her, which she was beginning to feel bit by bit.
Lunch was a vegetarian meal at the temple.
Adrian Lancaster would take her for a walk in the courtyard, they cleaned the grounds together, and he recounted his days here to her.
Besides feeling touched, Faye Turner felt a slight guilt and a tinge of bitterness—how could he be so good?
The looks, the wealth, the talent, the power, and the love...
It truly was a rare find.