Chapter 1074: 497 Storm_3 Chapter 1074: 497 Storm_3 ——
Grabbing a bag of food, Raquel Webb returned ho.
It was filled with self-heating hot pot ingredients and milk tea.
Unstoppably, she exclaid, “Sullivan is such a considerate guy.”
Raquel passed a cup of hot milk tea to Aubree Groove.
Aubree reached out to receive it, asking, “Where is he?”
“He just dropped off the goods and left without a word,” Raquel replied.
Raquel sipped her milk tea.
Though it tasted ordinary, on this cold night, being able to drink a cup of hot milk tea was a blessing.
As Aubree sipped on her milk tea through a straw, she thought, “In my life, this is the first ti I’ve tasted milk tea.
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The flavor is strange, a bit too sweet for my liking.
But the warmth as it flows down my throat dispelling the body chill, the initial sweetness turning to an aftertaste of bitterness on my lips – it is indeed a unique experience.”
Raquel presented the self-heating hotpot in front of her, urging, “Miss, have so.
You barely ate yesterday’s lunch and have been running around all night.
Your body can’t take it without so nutritional replenishnt.”
Moreover, this was the period for her growth.
However, Raquel noticed that Aubree was already tall enough among girls; growing any taller would be astonishing.
Aubree accepted the food and looked up at the sky, her eyes catching the bursting fireworks.
She smiled and said, “Happy New Year.”
Raquel ran off to answer her phone.
Her family and friends were calling one after another, eager to connect on the festive occasion.
Monts later, Aubree found her phone had died.
People felt holy with their loved ones during these tis.
Exchange of wishes and caring sentints made this cold night warm.
Sitting quietly on a bench in the garden, clutching her inactive phone, Aubree stared into the silence over a still lake, noticing the tiniest ripple over the water.
Who were the people on her mind?
She looked at the young Hellena and Titi Groove.
They were in the pri of their lives, their futures bright.
After experiencing the wonders of the world, they quickly got over their early dependencies.
Master had already passed into bliss.
Senior, Sanny Groove, disappeared without a trace.
Granny Groove and Mr.
Hart were well and had families by their side.
Certainly, the haughty, overbearing Leo was tornting Master Perth.
Dr.
Aria…
Her heart fluttered, like a pebble disrupting the calm surface of a lake, ripples spreading outwards disrupting the serenity.
Aubree grabbed a disposable chopstick, picked up a slice of lotus root.
The spicy flavor mixed with various seasonings assaulted her senses, stirring her dormant taste buds.
Gradually, a mist ford in those clear depths of her eyes as if signaling an impending storm.
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At ten o’clock, Peter Aria, accompanied by Madam Aria, left the television station.
Rushing to Magead Temple.
Tonight, it was New Year’s Eve.
Getting the first incense lit at Magead Temple was no easy feat.
But every year, Madam Aria was the one to do it.
This showed her devotion to the temple.
Charlotte Aria admired her grandmother.
Her strong spirit despite her advanced age to visit the temple and light incense late at night was sothing that not everyone could do.
Magead Temple was located on the outskirts of the city, covering more than 900 acres, with a history of over a thousand years.
It reached its peak during the Yue Dynasty.
The plaque bearing the na Manplatte Temple was allegedly inscribed by Emperor Iver himself.
Despite damages due to wars, it was rebuilt and remains the largest temple and Buddhist activity center to date.
Before they even reached the Magead Temple, they saw that both sides of the road were packed with vehicles.
The entrance to the temple was crowded with people hoping to burn incense.
Facing the rush of the crowd outside the temple, Madam Aria regained her strength.
Charlotte helped her out of the car and into the temple.
A gentle voice greeted them,
“Lay people, I have been instructed by the Master to wait for you here.”
Seeing who it was, Madam Aria put her hands together in prayer and thanked Master Ichsan Groove with a smile, “Thank you for taking the trouble.”
“Lay person, you always take care of the temple, we should thank you in return.”
Charlotte nodded in acknowledgnt to Master Ichsan Groove in front of her.
Charlotte had her image of monks being old and gentle with benevolent and kind smiles.
However, the monk in front of her broke her impression.
Considering his features, he appeared to be in his early thirties.
He was good-looking and slim, dressed in a grey monk robe.
He had a serene and noble air – looking more like a scholar than a monk.
Charlotte had visited the temple with her grandmother a few tis and each ti, they were greeted by Master Ichsan.
He is the direct disciple and heir of Master Kurong.
However, the mysterious Master Kurong was soone that Charlotte had not had the chance to et.
Each ti Master Kurong t her grandmother, it was in a private room where no one else could enter.
Master Ichsan greeted them with a nod and a faint smile, glanced briefly at Peter Aria, and quickly averted his gaze.
He then turned and led them into the temple.
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