Rose of Heaven

221-222

Lin Jingmo looked at the cross and hesitated.

Suddenly, she heard the man next to her ask, "What's wrong with you?"

His tone sounded a little nervous.

A hand reached out to her forehead. Lin Jingmo looked over and Cheng Yaosi moved his hand to her cheek: "Are you dizzy? Or are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

He just paused for a moment.

Why was he making such a fuss? Lin Jingmo didn't understand, "I'm fine." She pulled his hand away and glared at him: "Don't look for opportunities to touch me!"

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the church and was grabbed by Cheng Yaosi. She heard him say to Liu Shaokang: "Call the pastor out, we will complete the ceremony on the lawn over here."

Liu Shaokang and Lin Jingmo couldn't figure out what he was doing. After a brief confusion, Liu Shaokang ran to communicate with the pastor. Lin Jingmo looked at him puzzledly and asked, "Why don't you go in?"

Cheng Yaosi glanced at her and thought to himself, don't you know what's going on with you? Can you be a little more self-aware?

Lin Jingmo had never really thought about this. Seeing his meaningful eyes, it seemed to imply that the reason was hers, but he refused to say it clearly. When the pastor came out, Lin Jingmo's CPU was about to burn out, but she still didn't figure it out.

It was a long time before Lin Jingmo realized it belatedly. When asked, Cheng Yaosi confessed: "You lonely ghost, I'm so afraid that you will be discovered by them."

Lin Jingmo felt funny and inexplicably trembling.

There is a person who can see every side of her soul.

...

The two of them had no guests, no family, and only a worker named Liu Shaokang. The process was very simple.

Several people found a lawn, and the bearded pastor confirmed that the two were ready, and then began the ritual prayer.

He was reciting an article.

"This is the force that holds the planets in their places, expands the universe, and produces black holes. Once known, human will is so weak before it. It deprives us of our intelligence and reason, our integrity, prudence and dignity; finally, if we are lucky enough, it will grant us dazzling joy, indescribable hope, and even happiness. In front of it, it seems that every hour becomes a poem, a loud concerto. This is God's answer to death, when the Lord failed to save mankind from the darkness of death and only bequeathed them this special light. The flame of this light warms people's hands for a long time and burns them completely, turning slums into stairs to heaven, palaces into desolate ruins, and happiness into loneliness. We call it love, it's the only word we can think of."

His voice was steady and melodious like chanting, and the lingering sound was lingering.

The two stood opposite each other, and Lin Jingmo inevitably looked at Cheng Yaosi.

I don't know if it's because the sunshine at nine o'clock is too beautiful and can cover up everything. In his slightly lowered and lightly flowing eyes, there seems to be a hint of tenderness and expectation that can't be concealed. Such eyes almost make Lin Jingmo have an illusion that he is not punishing her, but really wants to marry her. He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

But how could it be?

Before she almost killed him, she didn't dare to think about such a thing, let alone after that.