Listening to the familiar Shenpu prayer in the teacher's palm who came often, Lumian suddenly felt a little sad.

In the past when he came to pray, he just followed the crowd, never paid attention, and often looked around and whispered, but now he really hopes that everything will remain the same.

Even if he needs to say the most sincere prayers, the activities that he didn't like very much now make him miss them very much. Haven't woken up yet.