He came through the violent storm and stood in front of me. My bones were broken under my clothes, and my clothes were covered with blood.
I watched him stretch out his hand like this. The neat clothes had fine patterns and not a trace of mess. Under such clothes, he stretched out his hand like this. The roots were as clear as white jade and not stained by dust.
"Who hurt you?" "The wind is about to leave." "It can't be her." "Why?" "Because she is a god."
I coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Ji Zhen, it's the 21st century, do you still believe in God?"
He lowered his head and moved the umbrella over me. The pouring rain fell instantly, messing up his hair and clothes. His voice also trembled slightly: "She... Is my faith."