Chapter 1619 You Are My Faith (31)

Azazel did not answer and took Cecia into his arms.

Feeling her breath resting on his chest, he smiled calmly, with unknown meaning.

"Said so."

If you shouldn't look at it, don't look at it.

He has already said this.

It's a pity that he didn't listen at all.

The Lord thought lightly.

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When Ji Chuchu came back, the look on his face had improved a lot.

The look in Cecilia's eyes became much friendlier.

Apparently he truly regards her as his daughter-in-law.

She sat across from Cecia and extended her hand to her kindly.

"Checia, you are so beautiful."

She said admiringly, "I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you."

Just like a delicate rose.

Cecia glanced at Azazel and smiled obediently.

"Auntie, please don't say that, you are also very beautiful."

Ji Chuchu smiled and shook her head, "I am old. Unlike you, I am still young."

There is still a great future.

As she said that, she turned around and looked around.

"Eh? Where's Benson?"

Why aren't you here?

"He just left for something."

Cecia said understandingly, "It was probably urgent and he left in a hurry."

Ji Chuchu stopped asking any more questions.

He looked at Azazel and her with relief.

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Even though the outcome of this bet with God is clear, the process seems to be unstoppable.

Things gradually developed to a point where Cecia was a little confused.

Openly, living together, and talking about marriage.

Everything seemed to be so logical and smooth.

It was as if there was always a pair of invisible hands pushing her towards a future that seemed to have no end.

Cecia stood in the church, looking up at the huge mural.

On the lifelike paintings on the wall, there are the merciful Lord, the devout believers, and the angel occupying the most central position.

She looked up for a long time, until the hourly bell rang in the distance, and Azazel slowly hugged her from behind.

Gentle, yet strong.

"What are you thinking about?"

His chin rested on her shoulder, his voice low.

Cecia did not look back, still looking at the huge painting on the wall quietly.

The person holding her behind her was kissing her cheek. Her eyelashes trembled and she pursed her lips.

"Azazel."

"Um?"

"What kind of person do you think...God would be?"

The man who was rubbing her ears and temples lowered his eyes and raised his thin lips slightly.

For such an unexpected question from her, I calmly asked, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"..." Of course it's the truth.

He hugged her tightly, "I think the Lord is a perfect person."

"Selfless love, magnanimity and kindness, the Lord has always loved us, hasn't he?"

His voice was soft when he spoke, and there was a smile between the lines.

It's like being scratched by a kitten, always revealing a hint of flirtatiousness.

It tugs at the heartstrings so tightly.

Cecia fell silent.

It seemed that at that moment, I didn't know what to say.

"Do you really think he is such a person?"

She couldn't help but ask.

Azazel smiled silently, not looking at the painting wall at all.

Those light golden and deep eyes only looked at her side face calmly, watching her whole body.

Deep, intense feelings are unabashed.

He was next to her ear, biting her, and asked softly:

"Then do you think... what I just said is the truth or a lie?"