Zhou Yuxi looked out the window and felt her breath catch for an entirely different reason than anxiety. The parish was absolutely beautiful, a small stone chapel that looked like it had been standing for at least a century, covered in climbing ivy with stained glass windows that glowed with jewel tones even from outside. The morning sun illuminated the building in a way that made it look almost ethereal, like something from a fairy tale or a particularly vivid dream.
"It's perfect," she whispered, clutching her bouquet tighter. "Li Feng, how did you find this place?"
"I have extensive knowledge of the city's various venues suitable for different purposes," Li Feng replied with characteristic professional modesty that probably meant he had spent years cataloging exactly this kind of information in case his Master ever needed it. "And I suspected you would appreciate somewhere with historical significance and aesthetic beauty rather than a modern, sterile courthouse. Shall we?"
