Chou Yinbo laughed, "Then you lack faith and a spiritual haven. I embrace Christianity, and whenever my conscience condemns me or I feel sorrow, I come here to pray."
Jian Yufei looked at him amusedly, as if watching a clown.
"You experience inner condemnation? You feel sorrow? Ha, don't make me laugh!"
Chou Yinbo glanced at her indifferently, "I am very sorrowful now."
"I thought you were currently enduring the condemnation of your conscience."
"No, I am only feeling sorrow right now… I am mourning for my father."
Jian Yufei watched him warily. What did he mean by that?
"Your father has been dead for a long time now. You mourning him now seems rather fake."
"I suppressed my sorrow, postponing it until now to vent."
Jian Yufei didn't tease him; instead, she sensed something unusual in the air.
"Why postpone it until now?"
Chou Yinbo looked at the cross and did not answer her question.
