In the mountains, darkness fell faster than in the city. By the time Qiao Yu reached the temple at the summit of Mo Mountain, it was already seven in the evening. The sky above was dimming, fading to black. Qiao Yu knelt on a prayer cushion before the Buddha, her palms pressed together in devout prayer. She wished for Xiangsi to grow up safe and happy. She wished for Bo Hanshi to let go of the hat