The first time I saw Our Lady of Yaochi was at night, with dark purple smoke, blurry vision, and a layer of separation between everything. The strange woman wrapped in a long black gauze sat quietly on the bench, stroking the stone railing beside her, and looked at him for an unknown length of time.
She has a pair of overly cold eyes, thin eyebrows and deep eyes, and her expression is aloof and indifferent that is unique to a person in a superior position, disdainful of everything in the world.
Their eyes met, Yuan Bupo asked subconsciously.
"Should I recognize you?"
After hearing this, she smiled softly, her aloofness disappeared from her brows, and she felt a little warm like an old friend reunited.
"You and I have never met."
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In the eight hundred years of traveling around the world, she recalled the sound of wind at the edge of the universe. So many times she heard the voice of another person in her heart at the same time.
Her curiosity was aroused, and she once turned into a passerby, wandering behind a bookshelf, attending auctions, sitting on a high platform with a curtain opposite him, going to Venice surrounded by water, putting on a ball mask decorated with feathers, and looking at him from afar through fireworks in the dark night.
His face was intact, and everything about this person was given by her, whether it was happiness or pain, and the blood of her heart filled with hatred flowed through his body.
There is no god in the world, and all incense and wishes are fake. He is the only believer like her.
Intention: There is no god in the world, only he is like her only believer.