When the weather was clear, sunlight poured down through the clouds, casting a golden veil over Birui Island.
Saint Father David clasped his hands in prayer, looking up at the sky. Gazing at the area of clear sky that broke through the dense fog, the sky was crystal clear. His white pupils flashed with fluctuations. Lines formed on his forehead as smooth as pure white marble.
"Ling, is it you?" As he spoke, his white hair fluttered like dancing snowflakes.
