"What are you hesitating about, what are you afraid of?"
"I, I…"
"Are you afraid of the Lord?"
"No!" Qiao Chu screamed, and as soon as she met the pope's penetrating gaze, tears poured forth like a fountain, "I… I am sinful!"
The pope took Qiao Chu's hand, saying earnestly, "I want to hear your confession!"
"I am afraid… I am afraid…"
"What are you afraid of?"
"I am afraid that if I go any further, I will forget him… forget him…" Qiao Chu fell to her knees, pressing the pope's hand to her forehead while crying, "I am jealous, I am resentful. Seeing him getting closer to my good friend, I hate him… I want to forget him. I thought I made the temple my home, I thought I had succeeded, but, but... but today, just now, I discovered I haven't…"
"I am afraid that if I take this step, I will never think of him again, never be able to hate him or... I am guilty, your Holiness, I am guilty!"
The pope sighed, crouched down, and embraced Qiao Chu, "Foolish child…"
