To be fair, the view really was quite nice!
Apparently, if you wanted something to last, it helped to tie it to faith.
Standing on the top floor of the stone tower, Fu Qian looked past the reliefs before him toward the towering church in the distance.
Not long ago, they had found an opportunity to slip into the ancient structure—all four of them.
As Shang Shiming had said, the stone tower was part of the church complex.
And it was clear that considerable thought had gone into its construction.
Its intricate structure and exquisite reliefs were a feast for the eyes, and the tower's exterior was built entirely of milky-white marble.
"It's really beautiful! Everywhere you look, it's a work of art!"
Even Li Min, standing beside him, was carefully observing her surroundings. There was even a hint of reluctance in her voice.
"Mr. Che, you're a local. You must come here often, right?"
The next moment, she turned to Fu Qian and struck up a casual conversation.
"Not often. I'm a vulgar man. I don't really appreciate art."
Fu Qian's answer left Li Min speechless for a moment.
"Mr. Che, you're joking. I just think this is such a beautiful place. It would be nice to take a walk here in my spare time. It's a little regrettable that it's about to be destroyed."
But as soon as she finished speaking, Li Min realized that her words had been somewhat inappropriate. She glanced at Shang Shiming, looking a little awkward.
After all, she was here to observe someone else's ritual. Her remark had sounded almost like criticism.
But Shang Shiming handled it with considerable tact: he simply pretended he hadn't heard a thing.
"It's fine. I have no class either. I've always enjoyed ruining beautiful things. It's