The ancient church welcomes a group of believers every Sunday. They pray devoutly, with awe of the gods on their faces.
However, among this group of people, Qin Mingzheng is like a man wearing a mask of hypocrisy among the devout believers. The so-called atheist plays the role of a mourner as a false believer, but his performance is not perfect, and it is incongruous from the inside out.
But when a broken clock tries to turn back, it cannot conceal its true nature.
At this moment, he seemed to be split in half. The two people who carried the same memory looked at each other from a distance, with unreadable ambiguity in their eyes.
It was as if I was having a conversation with my seventeen-year-old self many years later.
"Do you regret killing him by mistake?"
"I don't regret it. If I had died that day, there would have been more innocent people who would have ruined everything just because they wanted to leave his control."
"Are you really that great? You just want to find a reason for yourself."
"Probably, I'm guilty, I just want to live."
"Never. The one I should be most grateful for is the seventeen-year-old me, who is always the god who saves me."
●Self-attacking and self-receiving narcissus essay
Purpose: redemption