Red carpet covered every corner of the church. Rows of wooden benches were empty. Song Yaoyao randomly found a seat and sat down.
The high dome above would make people dizzy if they looked at it for a long time.
Song Yaoyao was in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?"
The young priest's voice echoed, making him seem even more mysterious and distant.
"Gege." She was thinking of her Gege.
The girl rested her chin on her knees and curled up in her seat in a daze. She was like a small ball, like a little kitten that had been wet by the rain, extremely pitiful.
Nolan sat down beside her. There was a strange fragrance on his body, but it was indescribable.
"Which Gege?" he teased with a smile.
Song Yaoyao's eyelashes moved and she looked at him sideways.
Suddenly, she said, "I always feel like you know a lot."
Nolan shrugged. "Maybe. As long as you live long enough, you will naturally know a lot of things."
