Did Miss become a nun today?

When Xie Yun Chu crawled out of the ruins, half of her face was covered in blood.

Dust filled the air, and cries and screams rose and fell.

Her knees were scraped and her palms were raw, but none of that hurt as much as the hole in her chest.

It turns out that when people are in the deepest pain, they can't cry.

The largest beam overhead was teetering on the brink of collapse. Driven by the will to survive, he ignored his injuries and crawled toward safety.

She is most afraid of pain.

Back in the Marquis's mansion, even a small cut on her fingertip would bring tears to her eyes, and she would cling to her second cousin, pleading and begging him to coax her gently and apply medicine before she would stop.

Everyone in the Hou family knew that the young lady who lived there was spoiled and clingy, a little shadow that the second young master couldn't shake off.

But today she bit her lip, not shedding a single tear. She knew that even if she cried, no one would come to save her.

Today is the first day of the lunar month, and Yong'an Temple is holding a prayer ceremony. Many young men and women from the capital came to offer incense, making it a very lively occasion.

She wasn't a Buddhist and didn't want to come, but her second cousin said, "I promised Brother Su that I would accompany his sister to offer incense today. If it's just the two of us, people will inevitably gossip. Are you really at ease?"

Naturally, she was worried, so she followed.

But no one expected that the Buddhist temple where people were offering incense would collapse.

The moment the main beam collapsed, the ground shook violently, worshippers screamed, beams and pillars broke, bricks and tiles fell, causing chaos and confusion. They were trapped inside the hall.

Her first instinct was to go find her second cousin; she was just a step away from grabbing his sleeve.

In the split second between life and death, everyone was concerned only with their own safety. But when he rushed in, he turned around and ran without hesitation to the Su family's young lady beside him.

Miss Su was so frightened that she turned pale and threw herself into his arms, sobbing softly.

He stiffened, but still pulled her into his arms, using his back to shield her from the falling rubble and broken wood, holding Miss Su tightly in his embrace, carefully and without the slightest hesitation.

Xie Yun Chu froze on the spot, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

Everyone in the entire Yong'an Marquis's mansion knows that the young lady living there, who appears gentle and obedient, is actually incredibly bold and has the ability to control the most unrestrained second young master, Pei Changfeng.

Pei Changfeng was the legitimate son of the Marquis's family, unrestrained and arrogant, and no one dared to control him, except for her making a fuss and crying.

In the past, she was the most outrageous one in the mansion, defying the natural order, yet she was in charge of this noble and precious master.

He wanted to sneak out at night to fool around with his cronies, but she blocked the gate and wouldn't budge an inch.

He was a heavy drinker, so she confiscated his drinking utensils and cut off all his social engagements.

If he dared to come home even a moment late, she would either sulk and remain silent with a cold face, or tear up with red eyes, forcing him to bow his head in a combination of soft and hard tactics.

Everyone laughed, saying that Pei Changfeng had been ruined by Xie Yun Chu for the rest of his life.

But only they knew that during their every argument, Pei Changfeng, impatient with her control, would coldly shake off her hand, his words sharp and cutting, each one piercing her heart.

"Xie Yun Chu, I don't like you, and I'll never marry you. Mind your own business!"

Xie Yun Chu used to think this was just nonsense uttered by someone who was extremely angry with her.

But only today did she realize that Pei Changfeng had never seen her.

Miss Su nestled in his arms, her shoulders trembling slightly. "Second Young Master, I'm scared."

Perhaps she was truly terrified, for she clung tightly to Pei Changfeng's sleeve, weeping uncontrollably, her tears adding a touch of peculiarity to the chaotic Buddhist temple.

Pei Changfeng turned to look at her, "Miss Su is not feeling well and has been frightened. I'll take her out first."

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back to save you."

Xie Yun Chu nodded, not making a fuss as usual, "Okay."

He paused as he turned around, then said, "Hang in there, bear with it for a bit, wait for me."

In the past, she would have clung to him, crying and demanding to know who his cousin was.

But now she's too lazy to ask; even if she did, he wouldn't save her.

Her calf was stuck between the collapsed pillars, and the stinging pain in her ankle actually made her more alert. She tried to pull it out, but she was too weak and her struggles were in vain.

When I turned around, the figure had already left through the door in the chaos and never looked back.

Looking at that figure, she recalled the year she entered the manor at the age of six. Amidst everyone's strange gazes, only her second cousin smiled, took her hand, patted her head, and held her up to the light, saying, "From now on, Yun Chu will follow your second cousin. I will protect you."

At that time, she had nowhere else to go but to seek refuge with the Lady of the Marquis's Mansion, who was on good terms with her mother.

Before coming, she had thought it through. Even if the Lady of the Marquis did not want to accept her, it was only natural. But Pei Changfeng pulled her into the mansion and called her "cousin" repeatedly. From then on, she had a home again.

She liked following her second cousin ever since she entered the mansion, and her aunt also said that she would marry her second cousin in the future.

She then placed herself in the position of his wife, managing everything from top to bottom, unaware that it was all a facade.

At this moment, even the light of my childhood shattered completely.

It turns out that his repeated rejections and cold words over the years were never just words spoken in anger.

He really... doesn't like her.

The falling debris hit her shoulder hard, and the dust blinded her, so she could no longer feel the pain.

The next second, bricks and tiles rained down, completely burying her.

The falling bricks and tiles didn't kill her. Xie Yun Chu gritted her teeth, dared not stop, and struggled to move towards the center of the main hall.

There stands a colossal statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, its base heavy and imposing, the only source of life in the entire hall.

She used all her strength to crawl into the narrow gap behind the Buddha statue, curled up in the shadows, hugged her knees, and dared not even breathe too loudly, for fear that the beam above her head would fall down.

The rumbling sound of collapse outside seemed endless.

She stood stiffly, the sounds around her gradually faded away, and the surroundings became pitch black, her consciousness gradually blurring.

She could no longer hear the cries coming from outside. She tried to call for help, but no sound came out.

What a karmic retribution! She used to boss her second cousin around like a madwoman, without any manners whatsoever.

But every time that happened, he would raise his voice louder than hers, say some hurtful things, and look at her smugly. When he didn't give in to her, they would always end up arguing.

My aunt said that they grew up together, and it's normal for them to argue and bicker; that's what makes their relationship good.

Is it really good?

It can't get any better...

There was no light around her, and she didn't know how much time had passed outside, only that she felt she was about to die.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she seemed to see light, her body felt light, and she was carried out. As if possessed, she turned her head.

As the dust and mist dissipated, sunlight streamed down, brushing against the dust-covered golden statue.

The Buddha statue sat regally on a high platform, its appearance solemn and dignified, its eyes filled with compassion.

The very thing she disbelieved in most saved her from certain death and spared her life.

Truly... the Buddha is merciful.