Chapter 67 Xuena

Xu Shuo carefully avoided the puddles as he walked towards the building in the drizzling rain.

The gloomy sky was becoming darkened by a thick cloud drifting in from afar. It seemed the rain would not only continue but grow heavier.

As the wind lifted her skirt, Xu Shuo withdrew her gaze from the sky and looked down at the back of her hand.

The spot where the priest had touched her still felt a bit hot, unlike the other parts of her body, which were pale and cold. The back of her hand was slightly pink, as if scalded.

This sensation was like encountering a loathed natural enemy, such that even her body stiffened in that instant.

Xu Shuo glanced again at the building with the pointed roof not far from her. It seemed she now had to avoid places like churches, yet Qiuzi wasn't a believer in a city where nearly everyone was.

She wasn't a follower of some other faith either; she was just an ordinary girl who danced ballet.

But ballet wasn't her dream.