Ye (Written by Shen Ying, in Fact, Everyone Knows Who the Protagonist Is)

I stand on the top of the magnificent and holy church, the night is silent, and there is no one but me.

The stars are bright and fluorescent, and the lights are also lit in each house, maybe.

This is a scene I guessed based on four years of experience. My eyes have long lost the brilliance of the past, and I can't see things. That year, I used a pair of golden eyes that were as bright as glass under the sun, in exchange for a normal life that was neither long nor short for the past four years. It doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not, it's just because I'm happy.

Blind nun, isn't that a cool title?

Also, some truths can only be seen after throwing away the brilliant colors...

In the past four years, I have become accustomed to a shallow smile, a slight embarrassment, and a habit of sending blessings to every resident who comes and goes here.

Childish voices, old people's warm words, and occasionally a hearty man, and a gentle woman like water.

But I knew from the start that it wouldn't be long.

So I am infatuated but not nostalgic.

Therefore, when she appeared, I had no regrets and sighs, only my usual indifferent smile, watching her say what I knew and thought.

But I was wrong. The prophet is like me. Even if I can see the human heart and see through the disputes, I didn't expect that one day I would change because of one person. Although I didn't get entangled with her, it was unclear.

Shen Ying Korkova, an arrogant half-elf noble lady, no, maybe she should be called a girl, the girl smiles like a flower, but it has nothing to do with her.

But it made me a little concerned.

After she came, I always wanted to do some bad things in my spare time to tease her, disregarding the crowd watching and acting coquettishly against me. Looking back, I couldn't help but be surprised that I would use such a naive method, just like now, in this faith City of God, doing such blasphemous acts: standing on top of a church, and besides, I'm a nun.

In fact, rather than making her arrogant, I want to see her sincere smile, or to repent of the sins I have committed. An unforgettable mistake.

But I also understand that this is not an easy task, at least, it is no easier than reclaiming that sinful name. She doesn't know my past. . . . . .

"Sister Leni." The girl's crisp tone was clean and clear. I liked her calling me that.

The night has no effect on the elf's vision, so Shen Ying can see me, and I have already expected it, just as even if my eyes are gone, I understand that the other party must be pulling the corner of my skirt and salute me.

It's nothing new, but it doesn't stop me from being happy.

Because she is here again.

I think I'm sick, but that's just speculation, there's basically no one in this world who knows his own existence better than a clergyman, maybe God is one. Another devil.

"Sister Leni!" I called again, and I guessed she must be frowning at my distracted ignorance. "Sit with me for a while, my lord."

Although I didn't want to refuse, the words came to my mouth, "Speak, what happened this time? I'll leave without saying anything."

Immediately, the crisp tone and willful words sounded again, "Sit with me for a while, Lei Ni Xiu Nu~~."

I still sat down. No matter what the process is, what the method is, the ending is still the ending she wants.

"It's strange, she's not so headstrong as usual, is there really something wrong?" I was ready to listen with the slightest doubt.

"Hey hey hey." She sat down against me with a silly laugh. "Can't I come to see you if it's all right, Lady Leni~~"

She is so wishful thinking, so stubborn and stubborn.

Just like when she fell in love with the eldest son of Marshal Lyman Frank Baum - Saint Long Frank Baum without hesitation.

Despite the hard-hearted persuasion of relatives and friends, he still refused to repent until he was hit with blood.

She was so determined then, and my unrelinded eyes watched her leap off the walls of Golan-Elsen.

Then she saw her fatal stab in the extravagant wedding of the heartless man and the courtier of the imperial capital.

She was also seen curling up in the cell, chanting strange songs back and forth.

"A dead man, a worthless man, didn't bother to bury him in the grave. His head rolled under the bed, and his limbs were scattered in the room..."

At that time, I was not called Leni, nor was I a nun, nor was I a good person.

Until I did something that I regretted so much, but couldn't make up for.

I killed someone by mistake.

The maid who ran around to restore her mood, the werewolf girl named Antilu Roy.