Meanwhile, outside the church.
Gong Beiyao leaned against his car, lighting a cigarette.
He hadn't smoked in a long time, yet he still found himself lighting one cigarette after another. He wondered if someone would suddenly appear, pinch out his cigarette, and say, "Gong Beiyao, didn't you promise me you'd quit smoking?"
Gong Beiyao closed his eyes, hearing footsteps coming from the church.
"Mom, can a crystal ball grant wishes?"
It was the little boy from the church earlier.
"Yes, it can," the woman answered. "Do you have a wish for the crystal ball to fulfill? Close your eyes and whisper to it, and it will surely convey it for you."
Gong Beiyao slowly opened his eyes.
Was this the woman who had been playing the piano in the church earlier?
She bore almost no resemblance to Sheng Qianxia.
He had almost ridiculously mistaken her for someone else.
Yet, why did the air seem filled with her scent?
A crystal ball can grant wishes?
