In the deepening twilight, the towering convent seemed to stand solitary and out of this world.
Standing at the entrance of the main hall, Gong Zhensen waited quietly.
The long and somber vesper bell rang...
Before his eyes, nuns clad in gray habits hurried past from time to time, but her figure was nowhere to be seen.
Checking his watch, three hours had already passed.
Just like before, waiting for her beneath her family's apartment for a date, his heart stirred with an inexplicable restlessness.
In the face of love, years became light and ethereal, barely noticeable.
Because of love, he had long forgotten that he was a middle-aged man nearing his fifties.
At this moment, it was as if he was still in his early twenties, a young man waiting both shyly and eagerly for his lover to appear.
Finally, the nun who went in to deliver the message came out, "Sir, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Nun Mo won't see you!"
She still refused to see him!
