Gu Yun Che had no idea that Luo Qianqian was in Bangalore, let alone what was going on here.

  It was not until five in the evening when he came to the outskirts of Bangalore.

  He saw the smashed car outside the Temple of Shiva, took a brief look at it and continued to walk towards the temple.

  After he entered the temple, he went directly to the temple where Shiva was worshiped.

  The Indian monk bowed slightly at the sight of him.

  “Mr. Gu, you are here.”


  “Have you got what I asked for?” Gu Yun Che did not say anything more but asked directly.

  The Indian monk got up, grabbed a small box wrapped in cloth and brought it to him.

  “I have it ready.”


  Gu Yun Che took it over, opened it and said, “Then we are even.”


  He wrapped up the stuff and left the Temple of Shiva with it, when he stepped on something soft.

  He looked down and found the shape familiar, so he bent down and picked up the mud-stained rag.

  Although it was covered with mud, yet judging from the shape, it looked exactly the same as the doll he had bought and delivered to Luo Qianqian in Italy.

  But how could such a thing appear in the Shiva Temple of India?

  Also, this doll was not only an angel of destiny, but also looked exactly the same as the one he bought for Luo Qianqian.

  Seeing him stopping, the Indian monk thought that he was up to something.

  “Anything else, Mr. Gu?”


  With the things in his hand, Gu Yun Che turned around and asked,”What is this thing doing here?”


  The Indian monk suddenly thought of what happened in the afternoon and the girl from Hua Land.

  “Oh yes, Mr. Gu, a girl from Hua Land came this afternoon and asked if you were here with your picture. She must have been here for you.”


  If he had not asked, he would have forgotten about it.

  “A girl from Hua Land?” Gu Yun Che felt a bit uneasy.

  He could not think of anyone else apart from Luo Qianqian who knew about his arrival in Bangalore and had this doll.

  A few days ago, she asked him where he was going and he told her truthfully that he was coming to this Temple of Shiva.

  “Yes, just two hours ago. She was waiting for you here,” the Indian monk said.

  But he had known him for years and knew that he was a loner.

  So if it had not been for that girl who had his picture, he would not have believed that anyone would come to this place to find him.

  Gu Yun Che’s expression sank and he asked, “Where is she?”


  The Indian monk sighed and said, “She came here with an Indian girl who ran away from her wedding. The girl’s family and fiancé were here and she was taken to the village in the south with them.”


  Hearing these words, Gu Yun Che put down the package and said seriously, “I will come back and get it when I am done.”


  Having said these words, he rushed out of the Temple of Shiva, went into his own car and threw a look at the ruined car.

  It was not difficult to guess that she had driven the car here.

  But he had not expected that the woman who had not been in touch with him for the past two days would show up here.

  When the car was smashed, he could imagine how frightened she must have been when facing that scene alone.

  Without any delay, he drove straight to the village in the south and saw that someone had just had a wedding there.