The boy prayed in front of the statue for several hours, and the God of Light stared at the water mirror for several hours. He shook the wine glass in his hand, and the golden nectar swirled slightly, exuding a rich and sweet smell. This would normally attract the God of Light to sip and savor it carefully, but he had no interest in it today. .
The words of love that flowed from the young man's pink lips were sweeter than any fine wine. He held his cheek with one hand and half-closed his eyelids, showing an intoxicated expression that even he was unaware of.
The young man finally finished his day of prayer, opened his blue eyes, walked slowly to the statue, frowned slightly, and kissed the instep of Father God with nostalgia. He lay there, not getting up for a long time. His eyelashes, already stained with a few teardrops, became increasingly wet and trembling slightly, looking so pitiful and cute.
The God of Light put down the wine glass, his pupils became deep and focused, and he stretched out his fingertips to gently tap on the young man's frowning eyebrows. A pure, strong and shining golden light flowed into the young man's body through the rippled mirror surface.
After Adler kissed the instep of his father's feet and was about to get up and leave, he felt a force flowing from his forehead into his limbs, so warm and comfortable that he almost moaned.
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