The clergy within the abbey had mostly been evacuated for disaster relief efforts; the garden under the night sky seemed eerily desolate, with only the cold wind sweeping through the fallen leaves, casting out a whisper of solitude.
"I can't believe you actually set your sights on your little nun. Why don't you be more daring and go after the High Priest instead? A teacher is more thrilling than a student," Long Que said from his wheelchair, snuffing out the cigarette in his hand. When he looked up at the sky, his expression was wistful.
I've never seen someone so brave in my life.
"The High Priest is much older than me," Lu Bu'er shrugged, "It's a bit forbidden."
