The car stopped at the open-air parking lot two hundred meters outside Tanfu Temple.
The three of them got out of the car one after another, and the rest of the way needed to be walked.
The morning sunlight was also very strong. Shen Jianian took a fisherman hat from her canvas bag and put it on, looking at the long, endless stone steps. She thought she was glad she went to bed relatively early last night; otherwise, she might be unable to climb.
"Give it to me," Fu Jichen extended a hand toward her, palm up.
Shen Jianian weighed the canvas bag, inside was a box of cut fruits and several bottles of water packed by Cheng Jin before leaving. It was heavy, but she stubbornly said, "It's not that heavy. I can carry it."
Fu Jichen took it over without any further ado.
Bai Changxia stood aside watching this scene, her gaze lightly drifting somewhere else, saying nothing.
For the first time, she had the awareness of being the third wheel.
