657 Pray (2/2)
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”Granny, I'm cold.” The voice seemed to come from a child that was sniveling softly.
”Children, let us pray.” In the darkness, someone was holding them tight and caressing their wet hair, ”All suffering will eventually pass. As long as we pray, there will be a day when the Gods will have mercy on us and save us from hopelessness.”
Faint sounds of prayer could be heard. But the sounds of breathing only grew weaker, as if they might stop anytime. After a long silence, someone asked quietly, ”Granny, does God… really love us?”
No one replied. A water droplet landed on the ground and trickled into the puddle but its temperature was vastly different from the rest of the water droplets.
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Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and saw the ceiling that has been cracked open. The fire at the corner was burning brightly but for some unknown reason, the chill in his dream seemed to have entered the real world and as a result, he could no longer go back to sleep.
After a long time, Mable knocked on the door, ”Something is up.”
Ye Qingxuan got up from the ground, ”I'll go over now.”
In the corner of the hall, there was a simple bed made of rock with the old nun lying on it. She was breathing rapidly and sweat was dripping down from her forehead.
”What's going on?” Ye Qingxuan put on an outer robe and squeezed his way in.
The Master of the School of Choir inspected her body and replied calmly, ”This is normal. Her consciousness is regrouping… It is just like someone trying to climb out of a quagmire. It will take some time and energy.”
”What if she doesn't manage to climb out?” Ye Qingxuan asked.
”In that case, she will continue to sleep like this.” The Master shook his head and looked at the scars on both her hands, ”I think she may not necessarily be happy when she wakes up.”
”Staying alive is always better than dying.” Ye Qingxuan shook his head, ”Whatever medications we have, just give it to her. Taking care of a paralyzed person in the Ultimate will be much more troublesome compared to taking care of a normal person.”
The Master from the School of Choir looked beside him and saw the one-legged man shaking his head, ”When it comes to consciousness, no medications are going to be of any use. She can only do it herself.”
After the Master from the School of Heart made such a definitive statement, Ye Qingxuan could feel his head aching, ”Can you help?”
”It will be difficult.” The one-legged man hesitated, ”Her consciousness is too weak. If I interfere, she will be influenced by my music theory… I am capable of remolding a person from a blank sheet, but as a result, there is nothing you will be able to gain from it.”