In the town, Chu Dazhuang's car headed straight for the church. What was originally a long journey shortened considerably as Chu Dazhuang quickened his pace. He stood at the doorway, silent, suddenly feeling a sense of panic and nervousness.
The Seven Holy Women had died for him, their existence fading away until they ascended to heaven.
But even in heaven, they continued to help him.
Chu Dazhuang stood at the entrance, his body starting to tremble uncontrollably.
"Hmm?"
Chu Dazhuang was startled, momentarily unable to react. Then, he gently raised his eyes to look at the entrance of the church. The doors of the Seven Holy Women stood tall before him, leaving him momentarily overwhelmed.
"I...."
Chu Dazhuang pondered for a long time, his eyes beginning to moisten. Suddenly, he cracked a bitter smile, a smile filled with agony.
His world had lost too many women.
