Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

What are you thinking about now?

Although I didn't have any complicated thoughts, I still felt a trickle of sadness flowing through me. I couldn't smile, as if a part of my life had been cut off, a part that was exciting, dazzling, and active.

past.

She recalled the days when she lived in the church.

It doesn’t seem any different from this time, with the same lack of expectations and emotions.

Going out for a walk is probably the right choice.

Winnet usually gets up early to take a walk, pick vines and flowers, then weave or wash clothes, wait for believers to come, and occasionally make some small things to give to the neighbors around. Even after accepting her adoptive father's job, her life has not changed much, simple and uneventful. In the small town, there will not be a girl who is spying on her and looking forward to meeting her face to face, and no one will understand her.

Perhaps she had a unique desire for love, believing that it was a close relationship different from other ones because it was not blocked by any conditions - although it was - but morality and virtue shackled it.

She didn't know how to categorize the emotions she felt when she was with Shirley. It always made her feel a little uncomfortable and disgusted if she placed her love on a little girl - she felt disgusted with her own existence.

To some extent, she could feel that Shirley's eyes were intelligent and full of understanding, and this understanding always made her a little afraid, so much so that she felt a sense of inner resistance.

Because that made her involuntarily think in the "wrong" direction, gradually unearthing a desire that burst forth completely.

"Oh, yes, it is!" Winnet opened her eyes wide, "It's still early, wait a little longer."

Shirley closed her eyes gently again.

Novel 9

She knew very well that Winnet was not just happy to have someone around for company, but had some other feeling for her, perhaps some kind of resonance, or something indescribable.

If she just wanted to find someone to talk to and make friends with, she might as well find a church where the people would be more compatible with Winnet.

She could imagine that Winnett's disguised appearance was both cheerful and calm, that she would take the initiative to participate in various activities, and that she would become very popular in the church in a short time, and that her behavior exuded the warmth of a girl next door.

That soft, beautiful face and dull purple eyes seemed to have a naturally lovable girlish temperament. Judging from her appearance alone, she would indeed be mistaken for a pet cat or a dolphin with a gentle personality.

To be honest, she actually hoped that Winnet could live like that.

Life is centered around the church and is surrounded by acquaintances and friends. Although one has to live with a mask and constraints, nothing unfortunate happens and one is not tainted by any sin.

While she was thinking, she heard Siha taking a breath.

A precursor to a sneeze.

Winnet sat up sideways and sneezed toward the side of the bed.

Only then did Shirley realize that she had forgotten to share some of her blanket with Winnet last night.

She shouldn't have been so careless. It was probably because her emotions were too unstable at the time. That hysterical state, like the crazy women in movies and TV dramas, was not suitable for her.

She placed her palm on Winnet's forehead.

"That's right. As a killer with a strong body, it's not easy for me to have a fever." She felt a faint warmth. "It rained last night, so I should just catch a cold. How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Miss Winnet was a little at a loss.

Because Shirley's voice sounded so friendly and kind, with a tone that had not yet been tempered by time, and her speech was orderly and mature, as if she was not a child but an amiable doctor.

In particular, there was no trace of annoyance or anger in her tone, which made Winnett want to believe that Shirley was no longer angry and had forgiven her for the failure of giving a gift last night.

After all, Shirley's attitude is always indifferent, and she is always decisive about things, which makes others believe that she is right.

"My arms are a little cold, but that's all."

"The wound doesn't heal that quickly, so you'd better be careful." Shirley hesitated when she said this, because to some extent, it was she who caused Winnet to freeze outside, and perhaps she should have hugged her tighter at that time.

Anyway, the relationship between the two of them is not a normal one.

Shirley stood up, still with a cold face, but with a little apology in her heart. While talking, she got off the bed, walked past Winette, and went to the refrigerator next to the open kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup.

She didn't know if it would suit Winnet's taste, but then she thought, she wasn't that kind of delicate girl anyway, so it didn't matter if it was a little bitter.

She lit the fire, and then she heard the little tail following. She poured water into the small pot, "What, you are smiling so stupidly."

Now it was Winnet's turn to be surprised. Shirley clearly didn't turn around to look at her!

"Your silly smile is reflected in the water in the pot."

"Uh……"

Is her smile really that silly?

Miss Winnett recalled that Miss Vina from the choir often praised her smile for being healing, but that was before she was twelve years old.

When her eyesight was not so bad, there was a time when she thought she was very cute, well, when she was younger, about five or six years old.

……

ps: Second update.

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This is a novel written by Orange of Lobotomy Corporation. The author has a great writing style. Even if you haven’t played Lobotomy Corporation, it won’t affect your viewing experience.

067 Wall-dong?

Although that was true in her memory, she always felt that it would not be an isolated case when she grew up.

Maybe you are innocent and cute when you are a child, but become ugly when you grow up. The same may be true for your smile. You may be innocent when you are a child, but become silly when you grow up.

Thinking of this, Miss Winnet felt unconfident.

The residents who frequented the church probably felt sorry for her and tried to comfort her.

Woohoo!

Shirley, can't you just lie to me?

As expected, once you step out of your comfort zone, you will encounter all kinds of problems.

Miss Winnet swore secretly in her heart that she must return to the church, build a warm nest for herself in the side room, and then wait for the lost lambs in the prayer hall.

"What are you thinking about?" Shirley boiled some water, yawned, and asked casually.

"Is my face really obvious?" Winnet murmured. "Can you tell what I'm thinking right away?"

"Just say you're stupid, how could that happen?"

Shirley thought, after all, they had been together for a while, so it was normal to catch a glimpse of some clues, especially after they had established a certain understanding. If it was someone she had never met before, she would not know what the other person was thinking.

She sighed softly.

Unfortunately, the stupid fox in front of him could not possibly notice this.

If she thought about it for a moment, she would understand that due to her poor eyesight, reading people's expressions was simply not something Winnet was capable of.

So some words and some things, depending on the state and tone, would cause her to misinterpret them. Even some obvious emotions were hazy to her, like the London fog.

No, in the fog, she is actually the most transparent one.

Shirley took a knife and cut the ginger into pieces. As she cut, she thought that maybe it was because her eyes couldn't see clearly that her heart was particularly sensitive and it easily touched the softest part of her heart.

It was like she was an intruder who stumbled in by mistake. It was hard to be angry at this reckless girl.

"Ginger soup?"

"You know," Shirley murmured, "maybe you'd prefer ginger ale?"

Miss Winnett shook her head quickly.

Are you kidding? Shirley was willing to help her prepare ginger soup, which was something she should be thankful for. How could she dare to make any extra requests? If she upset Shirley again, her sin last night would be in vain. She hated the feeling of extreme discomfort after a gap. If it was a stranger, it would be fine, but Shirley...

Shirley...

Shirley for herself...

That was all she could think of.

No one would now accuse her of lacking zeal, either for the Bible or for other people.

For her, there is no necessity and no need to think.

What she should have considered were the actual difficulties she encountered, and how to overcome every trial God gave her. Thinking of the assistance provided to her by Sister Alyssa and all the families in the church, the material resources and spiritual encouragement, she had absolutely no reason to avoid any difficulties!

"What? Are you avoiding me?"

As soon as she turned her head, she heard Shirley's questioning that seemed to penetrate into her soul.

Just like Faust's self-doubt when facing the devil, Winnet also began to question what she believed in and what she had been struggling with. She had not had such an experience for a long, long time. To put it simply, she had never had this experience since she was born.

It was as if I was in a life-and-death crisis, feeling stressed and uneasy.

"No, I'm just afraid that you'll be mean to me."

Influenced by Shirley's attitude so far, Winette was breathing hard, but she absolutely did not give in. For a thin and weak girl like Shirley, she could press her down so that she could not move with just one finger.

Yes, it is like that.

"You want me to call you stupid again? How could such a thing happen? There is no such thing as being angry for no reason, even among the Israelis."

Miss Winnett felt that she should hide the Bible booklet. If Shirley saw it, she might suddenly say something to offend her in the future.

She couldn't help but think that if Shirley went to that kind of school, she would definitely be bullied, have her skirt pulled, and have pranks played on her, just like when she was forced to receive compulsory education and was bullied by bad-hearted kids every day.

Because of my poor eyesight, my school bag and textbooks would be hidden away every day.

If hitting people would not cause her to be scolded by Sister Alyssa, she would have knocked them down and piled up their "corpses" into a mountain.

Presumably, that was the mountain where Jesus had a conversation with the devil.

"Well……"

Seeing Winnett's frustrated look, Shirley laughed, "Why, do you still want me to quote a passage from it?"

Winette shook her head.

She was well aware of Shirley's horribleness. She could even remember the contents of a magazine from half a year ago so clearly. In terms of memory, this was probably the ceiling for humans. If Shirley quoted classics every day, she might as well just plug her ears.

She couldn't help but think that if Shirley went to church meetings, she would probably be able to memorize the parish map for preaching and carrying out missions in an instant. After arriving in Japan, if Shirley was free, she would also like Shirley to help guide her. It would be easy for things to go wrong if she only relied on writing observations and notes on her own.

Having said that, there are more Shintoists in Japan, so the mission might not go smoothly.

Miss Winnett wants to tank.

Anyway, she planned to be an independent and at most attend the meetings of the same clan.

She wanted to just throw this "redemption mission" aside and stop being that damn missionary.

It would be too slow to regard the mission as saving people from the flood and leading them onto Noah's Ark, which represents salvation, to the Kingdom of Jehovah.

Think about it, even the merciful Jehovah cannot take in so many refugees.

You can’t go to heaven just because you want to.

For some guys who are naturally evil, it is an existence that cannot be touched. They will be blocked outside the door, from the bottom of the abyss, with eyes burning with hatred - until they go crazy and perish.

"No, absolutely not!"

Winnet shrank her neck and made a whimpering sound, like a child acting coquettishly.

Shirley fiddled with the food in her hands, then took a big step forward to close the distance between her and Winnet. She had a sudden idea to carve her image between those clear purple eyes, but the result was that Winnet retreated layer by layer, twisting her body and hitting the wall, and Shirley held her wrist from below.

Winnet's breathing became a little rapid, and fell on Shirley's cheek.

Shirley looked up at Winnett, then picked up a fallen hair from Winnett's shoulder and blew it gently in her palm.

"What?" Shirley sneered, "Such a big reaction?"

Winnett's left hand was on the wall, and Shirley had just let go of her right hand. Although they had been close to each other last night, the feeling was completely different from the one at this moment.

Her impression of Shirley was once again subverted.

She didn't say anything, just stared at Shirley in front of her. Even when she was very close, all she could see was a blurry and incomplete face. However, there seemed to be emotion in the depths of her eyes, as if she was calling the other person's name. It was weird and profound, and she couldn't help but look away.

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ps: Three updates, to be continued in the evening.

068 The Majestic Winnet (Fourth Update)

"No, this is very common."

Hiding the echoing voice in her body, Winnet spoke these words in the calmest tone possible.