In front of St. Peter's Basilica, Yeshu stopped taking pictures and suddenly asked:
"Ji Xiao, if you were given a chance to talk directly to God, what would you say?"
"Well... I'm probably thanking Him for allowing me to meet you."
"I've been thinking about it for so long... I'm so insincere. I met you that time in the school corridor?"
"Maybe... Maybe earlier." After saying that, Ji Xiao walked into the church.
"Wait, how could it be earlier?" Ye Shu couldn't help but follow him and murmured in a low voice: "I clearly remember that time in the corridor was the first time we met..."
Listening to the whispers coming from behind, Ji Xiao remembered that when he was beside the Pont des Arts in Paris, he overheard someone describing his experience to a female painter in obviously jerky French. He turned his head and glanced out of curiosity, and that face and expression were rooted in his heart from then on. For the first time in my life, I felt the urge to understand someone else's story and make her happy forever.
Yes, if I could have a direct conversation with God, I would definitely be grateful to Him for allowing me to meet you and fall in love with you.