In a foreign country and a foreign land, Luo Qianqian could still hear Chinese. He was almost as happy as seeing his relatives and nodded repeatedly.

"Has he come yet?"

The monk shook his head and said in poor Chinese.

"He hasn't arrived yet."

Luo Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't miss it.

"Then Can I wait here? "

The Indian monk nodded, then went back to chant sutras, leaving her in the temple.

Luo Qianqian looks at the rain and finds a secluded place to shelter from the rain. He is bored to hold the fate Angel hanging on the bag and caress the pointed hat of the puppet to mutter to himself.

"He'll be here soon, won't he?"

Last time I ran to San Marlowe, I was crazy again.

She would never have done such a crazy thing before.

However, since his appearance, she has done the things that she did not dare to think of again and again.

The rain outside is gradually heavy. Luo Qianqian looks at the god Shiva in the temple and prays devoutly. The person she is waiting for must appear.

Just as she was praying sincerely with her hands together, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

She suddenly opened her eyes and stood up. She thought it was Gu yunche, but in came the Indian girl who had just helped her guide her.

The girl came running in in panic, clutching her arm tightly and hiding behind her, as if seeking shelter.

"What happened?"

The girl said a lot, but it's still Indian. Luo Qianqian didn't understand a word.

She remembered that the monk she had just met knew Chinese, so she took the girl to go to the monk and asked him to help translate what the girl wanted to say.

However, as soon as she went out, a large group of Indian villagers rushed into the temple. Someone pointed at the Indian girl behind her and said something.

Luo Qianqian couldn't understand what they said, but the Indian girl hiding behind her shrunk and shivered, as if she was scared.

A group of people said a few words and saw that the girl was still hiding behind her and refused to come out, so several tall Indian men came up and dragged people out of luoqianqian's back.

Luo Qianqian was grabbed by her arm, and was dragged to a stagger, almost falling into the mud.

The girl cried as if she was asking for help.

Although Luo Qianqian can't understand, he still pulls the girl and blocks her.

"What are you doing?"

A group of Indians talk about something, and sometimes point to the Indian girl behind her.

Luo Qianqian also speaks Chinese and English, but the other side seems to be unable to understand her. Seeing that she refuses to hand over people, several Indian men come forward and forcibly separate them.

Then the struggling Indian girl was to leave the temple.

Luo Qianqian grabs her teeth to catch up with the Indian girl and tries to stop them from taking people away.

Although she could not understand what they said, she felt that the girl would be in danger if she was taken away.

But she has only one person. There are more than a dozen Indian men coming to her.

At first, I saw that she was a foreigner, so I didn't do anything to her, but she forced to rob people and pushed her to the mud for convenience.

The monk came out and stopped her, persuading.

"That's her family."

"Her family, why do you do this to her?" Luo Qianqian is hard to understand.

The Indian monk looked at a group of people who were escorting the Indian girl with a little compassion in their eyes.

"Today is the day when the girl got married."