The pink-haired boy blanched!
Dude, did you have to be this terrifying?!
When would Shen Ru ever learn to read the room?!
Even if you couldn't be bothered to pray in the Church, couldn't you look down and see what you were wearing?!
But Meng Yizhi could only complain inwardly, then watch helplessly as Shen Ru's smile widened and he slowly walked into the kneeling crowd.
Just as the rules had said, the town's residents were all honest and devout. Their eyes were tightly closed as they muttered about trivial things they had done and assorted details of their daily lives.
Then Shen Ru spotted a gray-haired woman. Her wooden cane lay discarded to one side, and she knelt on the floor with her hair disheveled, repeatedly banging her head against the pristine floor.
Everyone else turned a blind eye to her strange behavior. Shen Ru silently walked up to the old woman and gently stroked her head, as though trying to soothe her agitated, restless emotions.
A gentle, coaxing voice sounded beside her ear:
"Poor child."
"Hurting yourself won't solve anything."
"God will understand and forgive all your sins."
Meng Yizhi, who had heard every word clearly from nearby, was speechless.
That wasn't what you said earlier!!!
Perhaps the word "God" was simply that beguiling, because the old woman quickly calmed down. She had probably never imagined that a divine emissary sent by God would one day show her compassion.
She slowly raised her head. Her deeply wrinkled forehead was already a bloody mess, and her clouded eyes couldn't make out the divine emissary's face even with him right in front of her. Yet tears of remorse covered her face, and her voice held suffocating despair mingled with hope.
"I have sinned."
"I was forced..."
"Really, they were the