Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

But her face was wrapped with layers of white gauze, and even blood came out in some places. It was very seeping

The maid picked up the broken pieces of the landing mirror on the ground, with a face of fear and fear

A week ago, when havila was sent back by a man in black, her face was covered with a black cloth bag. The maid thought havila had been kidnapped. When she took off the cloth bag u, she fainted instantly

On that beautiful face, at the moment, it's flesh and blood, nothing

It's like a demon coming from hell

On the bloody bandage, you can only vaguely see the position of the eyes. There is a gap. The black and white eyes look particularly scary

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Mrs. Anna took Ye Qingcheng to the cathedral. The arched carved door at the door and heavy logs.

The knocker of the bronze lion, Mrs. Anna gently knocked a few times, and the door opened.

The high dome, the spiral staircase around, the water gray carved wall, the images of the virgin and the angel everywhere, the four sides of the sacred platform, and the warriors riding horses on both sides

The rightist, a four storey shelf, lit countless candlesticks

The priest in God's robe stood at the front of the altar, holding a lighter box in his hand and lighting the prayer candles on the four sides of the altar.

"Hoo Hoo -"

The lighter box waved in the wind and the burning spark was extinguished.

The priest is about 80 years old, with white hair and a pair of gold frame glasses with thin gold chains.

"What's the matter, miss?"

The priest kindly came over and interrogated Ye Qingcheng.

"There are some things I want to talk to the priest," Ye Qingcheng smiled. The light in the church is sufficient and bright. She finally mustered up her courage and wanted to tell others

"Yes."

The priest nodded and took Ye Qingcheng upstairs.

Winding and winding circular stairs, you can hear a quiet breath when you go up.

On the top floor, there is a huge statue of Jesus. Behind Jesus is a tall cross and a sacred robe.

"Come on, miss."

The priest turned his head and looked at her calmly.

Ye Qingcheng paused slightly, took a deep breath and looked at the huge sacred sculpture of Jesus in front of him.

"Sometimes I often doubt whether my love with him is right," Ye Qingcheng bit his lips and finally decided to open his heart and talk about it. "With him, I have hardly done anything for him... But brought him a lot of trouble..."

"Are you happy?" the priest interrupted her softly.

"... happy," Ye Qingcheng said in a slight silence for a few seconds, "we are happy when we get along... As long as I don't think about those messy things. He never worried about any problems between us... But I'm always thinking about those in case..."

"Life is the present, not the past, nor the future. Only by living every moment of the present can there be the so-called future."

The priest looked at the image of Jesus.

“……”

Ye Qingcheng was silent for a few seconds, and the priest's voice echoed empty in the spacious hall.