They were both people who prioritized their faith.
It was just that their faiths were different.
Lu Yang felt a bit cheesy, but she maintained her composure. Her hand, placed on Jiang Yanzhou's shoulder, calmly moved to the back of his neck, and her fingers gently kneaded his hair.
Jiang Yanzhou leaned against the couch and stared at her intently for a moment. After considering it, he said, "Tell me what happened to you today, and I'll tell you a secret, okay?"
Lu Yang was taken aback, "A secret?"
Jiang Yanzhou made a sound of affirmation and followed the rhythm of her hair-stroking, absentmindedly half-squeezing and half-caressing her other hand. "If you want to do something else, you can."
"Today, Director Shen's wife was admitted to the intensive care unit." Lu Yang's gaze rested on the weak light reflected in the window. Her voice softened. "Jiang Yanzhou, I miss my grandmother."
