"Have you... Found your faith?"
The handsome young man's breathtakingly expressionless brows did not answer his question, and he stared intently into his dark, unfocused eyes. Those eyes seemed to be a black hole with strong attraction. Even if there were all kinds of excuses, they would be completely sucked in and they would not be able to argue with anything.
"Why don't you say anything? Could it be that you really lost it?"
"... It's not that I lost it," the young man took a deep breath, "I just abandoned it."
He said "Oh" and nodded with understanding, "Then have you found a faith that is enough to replace you?"
"…"
"No?"
The young man smiled bitterly: "All gods and Buddhas are just idols made by humans. I have abandoned gods, who else should I believe in?"
He laughed softly, his voice sounding like a pendant ring. He turned his head to look in the direction of the young man, but could not see his astonished face: "... Don't believe in gods and Buddhas?"
He stood up, and his pure black robe was like the skirt of the goddess of the night, caressing the young man's body. His smile is so close.
"Then, just believe in me. One day, you will understand that faith is just the reason for you to live."
He tore off the ties of the black hair, and the long hair set off a face as dazzling as peony, with a splendor that was unrivaled in the world.