“Is it hard to understand?” S thinks Avery is a girl who cooks deliciously, has a nice voice, looks good and is easy to get along with, but there is something wrong. Sometimes she is very smart, sometimes she is very smart. Stupid, just like now. “Do you think the high priest was bestowed by God?”
“Then… how did it come?” Avery asked without shame. “I have read those books. There are a lot of records about the holy religion, but there is nothing about the high priest.”
“Of course not.” There was no emotion in S’s voice, and Avery followed him, feeling a little gloomy in his mood inexplicably. This made her care about: “What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing.” There seemed to be no intention to tell her.
After getting along for so long, Avery has basically been able to figure out S’s character. This guy is extremely awkward. Many times he wants to say what he wants. You can’t hear him if you don’t force him to think about it. So she held his hand affectionately-there was a big difference between the two hands. S’s hands were slender and strong, cold and scary, and Avery felt like she was in the ice cellar every time she touched it. She has never been in close contact with S, and she doesn’t know if his whole person is like a big block of ice.
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