When love and faith conflict, she must first be buried in faith, and then she can belong to love. In her world, there can be no beautiful stories about holding you with your left hand and saluting with your right hand. There can only be cruel facts about saluting with your right hand and raining bullets. Her faith is supreme. This was a decision she made without hesitation after weighing all the pros and cons.
The remaining sun disappears and the long night descends...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
