Chapter 1623 You are my belief (35)
Cecia stood up again, and weighed the Fruit of Good and Evil in his hands with satisfaction.
One in each hand, you can take a bite on each side.
The **** was meditating, and she bent slightly to look at him.
Beautiful green eyes reflect his gentle face, without blinking.
As if thinking about whether to disturb him.
Shenming closed her eyes and remained motionless, still maintaining the posture she had before leaving.
The breath on his body is warm, even the fruit of good and evil in his hand can feel such a soft breath, shining brightly.
became a little excited.
Finally, the Angel Chesia gently held one of his fingers.
Pulled, but not very hard.
The **** slowly opened his eyes, the warm eyes were deep and calm.
Being disturbed from his meditative state, he was neither happy nor angry.
Calmly looking at the Angel Chesia who has gone and returned, his eyes are as gentle as ever.
It's just that the finger that was held was gently retracted.
Cecia caught nothing.
"..." She blinked and looked at him.
"Is there something wrong? Chesia."
He asked calmly, his tone neither warm nor cool.
Cecia was silent for a while, "It's okay...so I can't come to you?"
God looked at her quietly.
Cecia held the Fruit of Good and Evil, her eyelashes trembling.
He didn't say anything, but she seemed to already know the answer.
He started to become…
became indifferent.
Cecia lowered her eyes and was quiet for a while.
Gently put down the fruit of good and evil in her hand, she lowered her head with a somewhat unclear expression.
Opened his mouth, as if taking a deep breath, and said calmly, "Why didn't you ask me...why did you come back?"
She likes freedom, yes, but he is here, and she...
How could you be willing to leave?
Raise your eyes and meet his gaze.
The voice is soft, as if... want to confirm the answer again.
"Really, do you want me to go?"
She slowly withdrew her hand and dropped it.
Quietly took a step back and opened the distance.
She looked into his eyes, saying every word with seriousness.
"If that's what you want, then I'll do it."
The **** sat there calmly, his warm eyes slowly closed.
The eyes that were supposed to be gentle and tolerant towards the believers now seemed to be mixed with frost, giving off a cool feeling.
His eyes closed again, and he didn't answer Chesia's words.
The **** who was extremely gentle to her, now...
is really indifferent.
Cecia stood there, waiting for a long time.
Obviously did not get his answer, but seemed to have heard the answer.
She lowered her head slowly.
Laughed at himself, not knowing what he was laughing at.
After laughing, she nodded to show that she understood.
You should leave obediently and never appear in front of him.
Cecia turned around, and went down the steps quietly and thoughtfully.
The ground is cold, and the temperature is transmitted directly from the soles of the feet to the bottom of the heart, which is completely cold.
Chesia had no emotion on her face, turned her back, and never looked back.
Pushed open the door of the temple and walked out.
The door of the temple was closed mercilessly.
There was a heavy sound, like a hard hammer on her heart.
It hurts a little.
Cecia lowered her eyes and clenched her hanging hands slightly.
The nose is a little sour.
The servants of the gods guarding outside the temple looked at her as she came out of the gate.
Looking at Chesia, she stood there with her head down.
Frail and lonely.
(end of this chapter)