"Please come forward and close your eyes to pray."
Up ahead, the Divine Servant standing on a raised platform looked at the red-haired youth. He beckoned him over, his voice gentle as he gave his instructions.
Que Feiling walked forward and stood before the Divine Servant, his hands clasped in prayer.
As he closed his eyes, he felt the Divine Servant's fingertips trace a totem on his forehead through the air. An image of the person he'd been yearning for day and night appeared in Que Feiling's mind.
Since they last parted, he had only been able to see Jiang Qingli in his dreams.
He'd heard a couple of days ago that Jiang Qingli and her group were setting off tomorrow. Que Feiling had rushed here as fast as he could, finally arriving in the Ninth District.
But even though he was here, he didn't dare go look for Jiang Qingli.
