Chapter 84 [City of Redemption Extra] Wen Yin is suffocating here...
In this suffocating silence, Wen Yin rushed into Gasiel's arms, which still smelled of ice and snow, without hesitation.
She hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to merge her body into his bones and blood.
The hot tears instantly soaked the priest's robe on Gasiel's chest, and his voice was choked but clear.
“…I’m sorry I’m late…”
Wen Yin could feel the body she was holding suddenly stiffen.
But she did not retreat. Instead, she tightened her arms, raised her tear-stained face, and looked into his golden eyes filled with dark currents:
"These past few days... I just thought you'd forgotten me. My heart felt hollow, and I felt so miserable..."
Wen Yin's voice was broken by tears.
"But you... have been alone for so many years, I can't bear to think..."
Wen Yin stood on tiptoe, and a kiss tinged with salty tears, like a mark of atonement, gently landed on Gasiel's chin, where a slight blue stubble had grown.
Then he moved down along the line of the neck and kissed Gasiel's protruding and tense Adam's apple.
Further down, there is the clear outline of the clavicle.
Finally, Wen Yin rested her forehead against Gasiel's chest, which was soaked with her tears. Under the wet cloth was his heavy and disordered heartbeat.
"Gasir..."
Wen Yin's sobbing and choking voice came muffled, carrying endless regret and heartache.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'm late... I'm sorry..."
The girl's delicate shoulders trembled helplessly in Gasiel's arms, and her hoarse and low sobs, along with her scalding tears, seemed to carry the power to burn through everything.
Gasiel's original hatred full of punishment and cold estrangement easily collapsed under her unreserved confession and kiss with body warmth and tears.
Gahil sighed deeply.
He finally raised his hand and gently embraced Wen Yin, who was still crying and trembling in his arms.
This...can't be a dream?
Just like the dream that has been repeated over and over again in those thousands of late nights.
She returned to him in the same way, begging for forgiveness with tears that broke his heart.
But every time he wanted to hug the treasure he had lost and found tightly in ecstasy, there was only a ball of cold air in his arms, silently mocking his wishful thinking.
But at this moment, Wen Yin in my arms was so real.
The temperature is more vivid than dreams.
Tears are hotter than dreams.
The heat almost burned his skin, filling his heart with a sour and swollen feeling, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a dense pain.
It felt like the most precious part of my heart was being ripped out alive, and when the wound barely formed a fragile scab, it was ruthlessly peeled open.
Then he put the lost treasure back into the old wound that had never truly healed, with its bloody mark.
The pain and extreme tension almost made him lose control.
Gasiel's arms around Wen Yin unconsciously tightened gradually, and then tightened again, with such force that they almost suffocated each other.
It seemed that only through this almost barbaric hug could her real existence be confirmed.
The person in his arms just hugged him back more lovingly and tenderly, burying her tear-stained cheeks deeper into his chest.
After a long while, a suppressed question came from above her head.
"Will you leave again?"
Wen Yin shook her head in his arms: "No."
"Really?" Gasiel's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was afraid of shattering this too beautiful dream.
Wen Yin raised her head, her amber eyes washed by tears were crystal clear.
"real."
After a silent eye contact, cold fingertips gently touched the corner of Wen Yin's eyes, as if touching a fragile treasure.
Gasiel's eyes carefully traced Wen Yin's outline.
From the slightly furrowed brows, to the trembling eyelashes, and finally to the pair of plump lips.
"Wen Yin," his cool fingertips gently stroked his warm lower lip, "Don't lie to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gasiel leaned over and kissed Wen Yin's lips.
With a gentleness that is almost extremely restrained.
Until Wen Yin tentatively kissed him back.
The restraint that was as thin as ice suddenly shattered.
Gasiel's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the originally gentle kiss gradually became uncontrollable.
The tip of his tongue pried open her teeth, penetrating deeply with an irresistible force, but when it touched her, it turned into a lingering entanglement.
Wen Yin could clearly feel the violent rise and fall of his chest, and every breath brushed her cheek with heat.
The hugging posture allowed Wen Yin to quickly notice the changes in Gasiel's body.
This clear physiological reaction made Wen Yin's cheeks feel a little hot, but she did not retreat. Instead, she moved closer to the person in front of her.
Just when Wen Yin thought something was going to happen, Gasiel suddenly stopped the deep kiss.
Slightly opened up a little distance.
"You're still sick."
Gasiel's voice was very hoarse.
"It's not advisable to... overdo it."
Only Gasiel himself knew the price of restraint at this moment.
He could almost hear the sound of his sanity collapsing, the urge to rub the person into his bones and blood without hesitation roaring in his veins.
But her thin shoulders under his palms and the memory of her hot body temperature last night were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing his desire that was about to get out of control.
Gasiel closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the dark tide in his eyes had been forcibly suppressed.
He raised his hand to straighten Wen Yin's slightly messy collar, and his movements were so gentle that he seemed like a completely different person from before.
"Wait till you're better..."
There was a dangerous promise in Gashier's unfinished words, and his fingertips gently brushed her flushed cheek.
"We have plenty of time."
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Early that morning in the church, Aunt Martha was wiping the icons while whispering to Lina:
"Have you noticed that the priest has been different lately?"
"I noticed it too! The day before yesterday I saw the priest pruning flowers in the garden, and he was actually humming an unknown tune."
Lina was busy replacing the flowers in the hall and nodded immediately when she heard this.
"Although the sound was very soft, I definitely heard it right!"
"Not only that," Mary, who was cleaning the bench, came over. "Yesterday during prayer, I actually saw the priest's mind wander off for the first time ever, and then he smiled for some inexplicable reason."
The three of them exchanged incredulous looks.
Martha continued, "Although the priest has always been gentle over the years, I've never seen him like this... How should I put it? It's like spring after the ice and snow have melted."
Wen Yin, who was helping to organize the scriptures, lowered her head silently when she heard this, and her ears felt slightly hot.
Mary noticed her silence and asked with concern: "Wen Yin, are you feeling better? Are you still cold at night? Do you want another blanket?"
Wen Yin felt a little guilty: "...It's much better now. It's not cold at all at night."
She is telling the truth.
Since that day, every late night, when the last candle in the church went out, her door would be gently pushed open.
Gahil would always come quietly to her bedside and carry her back to his bedroom.
Gasiel's body temperature dispelled all the chill of the winter night, but brought another kind of unbearable heat.
He always kissed her gently first, from forehead to lips, as patiently as the most devout believer on pilgrimage.
But when Wen Yin responded emotionally, he would always stop at the right time.
"This is punishment."
He whispered in her ear, his fingertips lightly stroking her sensitive lower back.
"For all the years you were absent."
Wen Yin trembled slightly in his arms, but did not dare to make too much noise.
She could only bite her lip and let him tease her until her whole body was soft, but she was still not satisfied.
"Gasir..."
Sometimes Wen Yin was really helpless and could only beg with tears in her eyes, but all she got in return was a deeper kiss from him and a hand that lingered on the edge of danger.
"Wen Yin, you have to learn to be patient..."
Gahil's voice was bewitching, and he stared at her face which was gradually turning red without blinking.
"This is a church... You are not allowed to desecrate it like this."
So every morning, when Wen Yin appeared in front of everyone with a red face, one could always hear everyone praising the priest for "becoming gentle".
Only she knew what kind of torture methods were hidden under the seemingly holy priest's robes.
And Gasiel was just leading the morning prayer as usual, and from an angle that no one could see, he gave her a meaningful look.
As if to say: Continue tonight.
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When Wen Yin woke up that day, she found herself back in her little bed as usual.
The man who had kept her awake last night was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a faint cold fragrance by the pillow.
She packed up and walked out of the room, but found the corridors, courtyards, and study where she usually met Gasiel empty.
It wasn't until I met Aunt Martha in the kitchen who was preparing breakfast that I got the answer.
"Looking for the priest?" Aunt Martha wiped her hands. "The priest went out early this morning and didn't say what he was going to do. He just said he would be back later."
Wen Yin felt a little empty in her heart and was a little uneasy all day long.
It was not until evening that I heard familiar footsteps coming from the front yard, along with another strange and old voice.
She walked out quickly and saw Gasiel returning in the twilight, followed by an elder man wearing a simple priest robe and with a kind face.
Although the elder's hair was gray, his eyes were bright and he was looking at the small church with a smile.
Everyone gathered together upon hearing the sound.
Gasiel looked around, his gaze lingering briefly on Wen Yin, and then he spoke calmly.
"This is Father Los. Starting tomorrow, he will take over my work in the church."
For a moment, the yard was silent.
Someone reacted and asked in surprise, "Replacing? What about you, Father? Where are you going?"
Gasiel turned slightly and his gaze fell back on Wen Yin.
"I have found a partner I want to spend my life with and have submitted my resignation from the diocese."
These words exploded in the courtyard like thunder.
Lina couldn't help but exclaimed: "Resignation?! Father, are you saying...you want to return to secular life?"
"Exactly."
Gasiel finally shifted his gaze from Wen Yin's shocked face, turned to the crowd, and revealed an unprecedentedly comfortable smile.
"According to church rules, if a clergyman wants to contract a marriage, he must first resign from his priesthood."
Mary asked excitedly, "Who is it? Which lucky girl? Do we know each other?"
Gasiel slowly shook his head. His eyes were so gentle that they could almost drown people. He just looked at Wen Yin and said in a tone that sounded like a declaration and a whisper to himself:
"I haven't asked for her consent yet. As soon as she nods and is willing to entrust the rest of her life to me, I will bring her to you all immediately."
His words were humble and restrained, as if he were really just a nervous suitor.
But only Wen Yin could understand that beneath that calm appearance was a deep affection and possession that had already been determined and could not be refused.
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The church has been very busy recently, and the air seems to be filled with curiosity.
Several people were gathered in the corridor, occasionally glancing at Gasiel who was talking with Father Los in the courtyard.
"I still don't understand,"
Mary lowered her voice, frowning.
"Father... No, who is Mr. Gasiel's crush?"
"These days, apart from going to town to handle formalities, he just stays in the church. I haven't seen him interact with any ladies at all."
"That's right," Lina agreed, her eyes full of inquiry.
"And looking at him now, even though he's not wearing a priest's robe anymore, his demeanor... I really can't imagine him falling so deeply in love with a woman that he's willing to leave the secular world."
Their whispers were not deliberately avoided from others.
At this moment, Gasiel was slightly sideways, pointing to the cemetery behind the church to Father Los, as if explaining something.
He looked focused and calm, as if he was completely unaware of the discussions surrounding him.
However, Wen Yin, who was standing in the shadow of the kitchen door, keenly caught the seemingly unintentional glance that swept over him when he turned sideways and raised his hand.
The look was extremely quick, and a hint of ambiguity with a burning temperature flashed across the depths of the light golden eyes, which only she could understand.
Almost at the same time, Wen Yin's gaze involuntarily fell on his raised hand.
Last night... it was those bony fingers that forced her to promise over and over again that they would never separate.
Finally, she was completely promoted to a successful career.
Those charming scenes along with the memory of skin touching suddenly flooded into Wen Yin's mind. Wen Yin's cheeks turned red, and even her ears were stained crimson.
She hurriedly lowered her head and subconsciously closed her legs.
Gasiel seemed to sense her embarrassment, and a faint curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
Then he returned to his calm demeanor as he was having a serious conversation with Father Los.
Only Wen Yin herself knew how that seemingly indifferent glance had precisely disturbed her whole being.
Only Wen Yin herself could understand the almost vicious possessiveness hidden beneath her gentle appearance.
-
This night, the moonlight is like water.
A candle burned quietly on the candlestick, casting a warm dim glow in the room.
Instead of approaching with a hidden intention of punishment as usual, Gaxier took Wen Yin's hand and led her to sit on the edge of the bed.
He took a step back and knelt on one knee in front of her.
This action made Wen Yin slightly stunned.
Gasiel looked up at Wen Yin, the candlelight dancing in his pale golden eyes, much like a flowing galaxy of stars.
He took out a small velvet bag from his bosom and poured out a silver ring.
The workmanship of the ring is not perfect, and you can even see traces of hand-hammering. It has a warm luster under the candlelight.
"Over the years," Gahil began, his voice low and clear, "I've traveled to many places and learned many skills."
"I learned how to make this ring from an old silversmith."
His fingertips gently stroked the inside of the ring, where a line of almost invisible small words was engraved.
【Swear by light and darkness, and end by eternity.】
"Every time I polish it, I tell myself that one day you will appear and I will put it on for you with my own hands."
Gahil raised her eyes, and emotions that could drown her were surging in them.
"Wen Yin, I don't care where you come from."
He held up her left hand and said, "I only care whether you are willing to accompany me for a full life."
Wen Yin's tears slid down silently, dripping onto their clasped hands, burning hot.
She looked at his pious eyes in the candlelight, and her heart softened.
"I do."
Wen Yin's voice was a little choked.
"Gasir, I do."
Gasiel lowered his eyes and solemnly put the ring on Wen Yin's ring finger. The size was just right.
The silver ring was slightly cold, but was quickly warmed by each other's body temperature.
He lowered his head and placed a feather-light kiss on the back of her hand where the ring was.
Then he stood up and hugged her tightly in his arms.
That night, Gahil simply held her in his arms, his palm always covering her hand with the ring.
There is no restlessness of desire and no temptation of anxiety.
Only after a long separation did they finally find each other's peace and satisfaction.
-
One day, a piece of news spread throughout the town like a spring breeze.
The highly respected Mr. Gasiel will marry his beloved girl in the church he has guarded for many years.
The wedding was simple and rustic, without any luxurious decorations, only flowers picked spontaneously by believers in the hall.
The benches were filled with people who came to watch the ceremony. Most of them had been helped by the church, and everyone had a sincere smile on their face.
Father Los stood in front of the altar and watched Gasiel take up his beloved girl's hand.
Wen Yin was wearing a simple white long dress, with only a few fresh white flowers pinned in her hair, which complemented the simple pair of pearl earrings on her earlobes.
This outfit strips away the girl's immaturity and reveals a gentle demeanor.
As for Gasiel, the calmness between his brows remained the same, but with a touch more of gentle love from the heart.
Under the solemn guidance of Father Los, the two made lifelong vows to each other.
The sunlight shines through the stained glass, casting a colorful halo on them.
It was as if the gods were also showering silent blessings on this union that was thirty-two years late.
"I declare you officially husband and wife."
Father Los' voice was filled with a relieved smile.
After the simple ceremony, amid the cheers and applause of the crowd, Martha, Lina and other women surrounded Wen Yin and came to a neat house with a small courtyard not far from the church that was quietly bought by Gasiel.
Simple refreshments had already been prepared in the yard, filled with a warm atmosphere of life.
Mary: "We should have thought of it earlier! Father... no, Mr. Gasiel has treated you differently from the beginning!"
Aunt Martha also laughed from ear to ear.
"Great, that's great! The two of you standing together look like people walking out of a painting. You couldn't be more perfect together! Mr. Gashier has waited for so many years and finally found his happiness. And this happiness is brought by you, child."
Lina jokingly said, "Wen Yin, you have captured the heart of our most respected priest! Tell me, how did you do it?"
Wen Yin's cheeks flushed from being teased by everyone, and she could only smile shyly and snuggle up to Gasiel's side.
Gasiel held her hand tightly all the time.
As the night deepened, the guests who came to congratulate left one after another, and the small courtyard finally returned to peace.
In the carefully decorated bridal chamber, a pair of red candles were burning, and the dancing flames made the room warm and hazy.
The red candles crackled, illuminating the two people's exceptionally well-matched faces.
The simple yet solemn white on them seemed to symbolize their pure and unadulterated feelings for each other.
There is no noise, no custom of making a fuss in the bridal chamber, only the silence of the room.
Gasiel turned his head and looked at Wen Yin deeply.
He reached out his hand and gently brushed the hair that fell on her shoulders, his movements careful and natural.
Wen Yin raised her eyes to meet his gaze, a gentle curve at the corner of her lips, and took the initiative to place her hand in his palm.
Inside the red tent, the spring night begins.
Not long after, a warm sound was heard, which sounded like both pain and joy, with a trembling ending.
"Gasir..."
"Ga...Gaxi...er..."
Wen Yin was completely caught up in the eternal tide led by Gasiel that seemed to never end.
He was no longer the restrained and tolerant priest, nor was he the torturer with a sense of punishment.
At this moment, he was like a navigator who had finally found his treasure. He was re-measuring every inch of his territory in the most pious and passionate way.
His kiss was no longer a test, but a declaration.
From her trembling eyelids, to her blushing cheeks, and finally deeply imprinted on her lips that called out his name.
Fingers intertwined, hair tangled.
It is a slow and steady possession.
As her consciousness drifted in and out, Wen Yin heard her own faint sobs.
Someone whispered her name in her ear over and over again, the voice hoarse and affectionate.
"Wen Yin."
"Ayin."
“Ayin…”
When the last wave completely submerged her, Gahil gently kissed away her tears of joy and held her trembling body deeper in his arms.
The red candle has burned to more than half, and the candle wax has accumulated.
"Go to sleep, my wife."
Gasiel's voice was filled with unprecedented peace and satisfaction.
"From now on, every morning, you will wake up in my arms."
This time, it’s no longer a dream.
And eternity seems to have just begun.
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The author has something to say: Well, the story of Gasiel and Wen Yin has ended.
The next extra chapter will be about mermaids.
This time I want pure sweetness without any abuse!
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