CHAPTER 55: WILL YOU KISS ME?

"After bringing you to the territory, I sent people to look for your mother. Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened," Losiya said in a pleasant voice.

Then she looked around, assessing the church’s environment. "I found a nearby church. I thought it was abandoned, but it was surprisingly clean and tidy. After getting in touch with the nun here, I temporarily placed your mother’s body here."

Patting Julian’s head, Losiya said gently, "Lady Farad said that death is not the end of life. Your wife might be watching you."

Julian just quietly looked at the woman in the coffin. His body instinctively expressed grief, but his heart was also very complicated.

She was not "his" mother, but the memories in his mind felt as though he had personally experienced them. Those emotions were so clear and distinct.

He could probably understand how Julian had persevered back then.

Being in the warm haven woven by family and love, one can still find the courage to fight back even in the most desperate reality.

When he came back to his senses, his eyes had become moist at some point.

Losiya stood by, concerned, silently using a handkerchief to wipe away his tears.

"I’m fine..." Julian said, shaking his head.

After speaking, he looked at the woman in the coffin and hesitated before saying, "When can she... my mother be buried in peace?"

"Are you done saying what you need to say?"

"Yes..."

Losiya suddenly looked to one side. "Sister, are you there?"

Julian also followed her gaze.

An unfamiliar figure emerged from the church’s small room, taking a few steps to stand in front of the two of them.

Looking up at the tall figure in front of him, and after meeting her emerald eyes for a moment, Julian couldn’t help but feel helpless.

All he could say was that his 160-centimeter height was a bit regrettable. The nun in front of him, at over 170 centimeters tall, was even a little taller than Losiya.

"Sister, this is the lady’s family."

"Sir, hello."

Hearing this, Losiya couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, carefully assessing the nun in front of her, thinking how she could have held back.

Julian also found the address a bit odd and replied, "Hello, you can just call me Julian."

"Okay." The nun walked to the coffin containing Julian’s mother, solemnly closed her eyes, and habitually began a prayer ritual.

Julian sized up the nun. Her light golden hair was unusually smooth, unlike the natural curls that were common among the people of Sakura Roland. She was dressed in a black and white nun’s habit that covered her body very tightly, but her undulating curves could not be hidden.

He turned his eyes away and quietly watched the ritual in front of him.

Time seemed particularly blurred in such a quiet environment. He didn’t know how long had passed before the nun finished the ritual, turned to face Losiya and Julian, and said with her hands on her chest, "Farad is on high, your mother must have received a divine blessing and found rest for her soul."

"Farad is on high," Losiya also replied with her hands on her chest.

Julian took one last look at his mother in the coffin, who looked more like she was sleeping than dead. Then, after chatting with Losiya, he left the church.

"Your mother will find eternal peace here," the nun finally assured him.

In his previous life, having been exposed to society early on had taught him to recognize sincerity and hypocrisy. He could generally see them clearly.

This nun was undoubtedly a truly faithful person. Her expression and demeanor were meticulous and unwavering. Words from such a person were very convincing. Even though it was their first meeting, Julian was unusually willing to believe her.

"Thank you for your trouble," Julian finally said to her.

Stepping out of the church, Julian felt an emptiness in his heart, as if he had lost something, and yet gained something.

"From now on, you don’t need to think about those things anymore," Losiya, walking side-by-side with him, suddenly said.

"Okay." Julian understood what she meant.

Losiya hoped that he could transform the empty feeling of having lost a burden into a feeling of relief, and not constantly feel pressure and weight.

Julian suddenly stopped.

"Can you..."

Losiya, who was pulling Julian, also stopped and looked at him curiously.

Julian looked at Losiya, his eyes as clear as ever, but the blush on his face was becoming more and more obvious.

"Can you kiss me now?"

A nerve suddenly snapped for a moment, and Losiya, who immediately reacted, felt her blood begin to boil.

"Here?" She tried her best to hide her excited tone to avoid startling Julian, while looking around.

"Yes..." With that, Julian took the initiative to close his eyes.

Licking her lips, Losiya placed her hands on Julian’s shoulders.

Julian’s unprecedented obedience made her feel like a little girl on her first date, a little anxious.

Of course, she quickly calmed down, lowered her head, and brought her lips close to Julian’s. First, she bit his upper lip, and after a careful exploration, she began the real attack.

Without resistance, she pried open Julian’s teeth. She expertly caught Julian’s tongue and intertwined it with his.

While exchanging saliva, Losiya’s hands also became restless, sliding from under Julian’s shoulders, down his back, and finally to his waist.

Kissing Julian felt like peeling back layers of a honeycomb. Each layer had a different beautiful flavor. Losiya closed her eyes, frowned, and her expression became more and more blissful.

Julian was also the same. Completely immersed in the kiss, the emptiness seemed to gradually dissipate with a sweet feeling. In its place was a clear and firm thought.

"Hoo hoo..." After their lips parted, a thread of saliva naturally formed between them. Losiya and Julian looked at each other.

"Julian, you’re being a little naughty..."

Faced with Losiya’s provocation, Julian’s eyes crinkled in a small smile.

"You little minx..." Reaching out to embrace Julian, Losiya walked straight to the carriage door.

Julian, however, leaned in Losiya’s arms and said softly, "Now, I know how to face the future."

Losiya’s footsteps paused for a moment, then quickened.

A few minutes later.

Meanwhile, in the distant church, a strange scene was taking place.

In the once-quiet church, the sound of wooden boards being carved continuously echoed.

Many candles were lit next to the coffin containing Julian’s mother, but at this moment, the nun was propping up a wooden board and drawing on it with a pen.

The sound of sketching, stroke by stroke, kept ringing out. Finally, she patted the wooden board and looked at the face in the painting, nodding in satisfaction.

"Julian." Repeating the name, the nun slowly wrote it down on the board.