Silence should have engulfed the room.
Every single person was mesmerized by the scene; no one was able to let out a breath.
Yet the room carried with it a hope-inspiring melody.
The melody was almost indescribable. Instead of listening with their ears, they opened their hearts, and there, their minds envisioned the gates of heaven welcoming them.
Mark's doubts felt as if they were dissolving.
But something was wrong. His brows furrowed, and his lips twitched. Despite the euphoria, he sensed something was wrong. He didn't notice that his aura had enveloped him the moment his beliefs began to sway.
He looked around, noticing the others' awed expressions. He felt this whole thing was wrong. But… he also couldn't bear to interrupt. He felt his stomach twist at the sight, especially when his gaze fell upon his sister.
Hope.
For the first time in forever, Jasmine's face glowed with it. Her tears weren't of despair, or a courageous front, but an unshakable joy.
