"I caused the father of this weak and pitiful young lady from a noble family to die, and my arrogant attitude was dragged into the quagmire. I am guilty."
"A pair of close sisters deceived each other because of me, which led to a rift in their relationship. I repent."
"An innocent woman who was cursed and tortured. I controlled her to satisfy my curiosity and made her dependent on me."
"The harmonious mother-in-law and daughter-in-law became disunited because of me, and the lovely old lady gave birth to an ugly vicious dog..."
Fang Ming narrowed his eyes, faced the partition, and enumerated his crimes.
"All these things, the sins on my body torture me day and night, and I don't know when it will end."
The nun on the other side of the partition remained silent and did not speak for a long time.
"Sister, why don't you speak?"
Bang!
There was a crisp sound like opening a bottle of red wine.
The confessional fell into a brief silence, and both of them were savoring the hazy atmosphere.
The simple wooden house is a simple and pious place of confession and a holy place for believers to seek salvation of their souls.
Fang Ming's insincere words of confession were like the devil's whisper, luring the holy nun into the abyss of loss.
The atmosphere of luxury and decadence permeates the confessional in the church...
The nun said calmly in a cold voice with a slight accusation, "You are truly sinful, sir."
Fang Ming's tone finally showed his sincerity, and he asked her softly with a smile,
"Will Miss Nun forgive my sins?"
The nun did not reply.
Fang Ming rested his head on the wooden board. He could not see the scenery on the other side, and there was only a rustling sound in his ears.
The sound was like the white woodworms in an old wooden house, persistently raising their heads and gnawing at the sawdust on the wooden boards.
If you listen carefully, it sounds like the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and it becomes quiet after a while.
The cold and aloof nun finally spoke; her voice was sometimes far away and sometimes near. At one moment it sounded as elegant as someone reciting scriptures in a classical hall, and at another moment it sounded as alluring as someone whispering softly in one's ear.
"Your crime is unforgivable, poor child. I cannot forgive you for the mistake you have made."
"But I will accept all your sins, uh... God begs you to be forgiven."
The confessional fell into silence again. No one spoke, and the echoing rhythm and each other's breathing became clear.
Fang Ming asked again, "Why don't you give up on me, Sister?"
The cold nun bowed her head, "Because I love you, sinner."
"I love you too, Miss Sister."
…
In the yard, people lined up in an orderly manner in front of several wooden houses, except for the last confessional room...
The ferocious-looking man had been in there for half an hour and still showed no sign of opening the door or coming out.
That guy refused to leave, and the nun didn't even kick him out. What on earth could they be talking about for so long?
Finally, a few people couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the back of other teams with bitter faces to line up again.
The result was that there were long queues in all the confessionals except the last one.
At this time, the sound of high heels could be heard, and a tall figure walked through the corridor, attracting everyone's attention as soon as she came in.
Her long, slightly curly light green hair fell behind her shoulders, and her blue dress highlighted her graceful figure. Just standing there, she was shrouded in an intellectual beauty.
Corinna glanced at the busy courtyard, frowned slightly, and asked the two nuns following behind her, "Which room is Sister Martha in?"
The two old nuns looked at each other and pointed in surprise at the confessional where no one was in line.
Corinna took a look, then turned back and nodded to the two nuns. "You two are very thoughtful, but you don't have to do this. Sister Martha will be unhappy if she sees this. But thank you all the same."
Everyone watched as the professor walked into the confessional, and everyone felt something was wrong.
…
Corinna sat on a small wooden stool and naturally reached out her hand, "Sister Martha, I am here to bother you again."
A pair of delicate and soft hands held her palms, and Corinna immediately realized that the person opposite was not Sister Martha.
"Sister Martha... um... yes, I am in charge here now!"
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