Chapter 592


    We set off early in the morning. The children were energetic and did not need us to carry them. They


    were chattering andughing along the way.


    The statue of Jesus Christ was big and sacred. Anne was holding a candle in her hand and Norman


    helped her to light it. She knelt down before Jesus Christ and prayed solemnly like an adult.


    "Sometimes she''s so solemn that she doesn''t look like a child at all!" Norman whispered in my ear and


    sighed, "She''s too sensible."


    I pursed my lips and looked up at Jesus Christ. I did not worship him. Even though I had only lived for


    thirty years, I had already experienced life, death and sickness except for those who had been lost


    along the way.


    Come to think of it, I had not lost anything!


    "I heard that Jesus Christ in St. Louis Church can grant your wishes. Do you want to try?"


    Norman gave me a candle and said as he raised an eyebrow.


    I smiled lightly but did not take the candle from his hand. I said faintly, "I don''t have any wishes. I only


    wish that the living will be well and the dead


    will rest in peace. Everything else is destined."


    Anne got up and ran towards me. She looked up at me and said, "Mommy, is there someone who you


    would like to meet? You can ask Jesus Christ to let you see each other in your dreams."


    I took the half-burnt candle from her hand with a faint smile and ced it on the altar table. "Anne, the


    people I want to see are always in my dreams. I don''t need to wish for it."


    She tilted her head and nodded, but she did not seem to fully understand. She looked at Norman and


    asked, "Mr. Zelson, what about you? Have you made a wish?"


    Holding the candle in his hand, Norman smiled faintly and said, "My wish is for you and Bet to


    grow up happily."


    It looked like it was going to rain when we walked out of the church. The sky was covered by dark


    clouds with cold howling wind.


    Norman handed me his coat and said, "Your body is weak. Don’t catch a cold."


    I did not raise my hand to take it from him. Instead, I just smiled and said, "It doesn''t matter."


    He frowned and put the coat over my shoulder.


    Anne, who was holding Bet’s hand whispered, "Bet, does your father like my mother?"


    Bet had always been taciturn. He took a nce at Norman and shook his head. "I don''t know."


    Children were always honest and straightforward.


    Norman smiled but did not emphasize it.


    I looked at the clothes on my shoulder with the corner of my eye. My emotions were very faint. It was


    normal for friends to care about each other asionally.


    The sky had gotten a little dark when we walked back. We stopped at the entrance of the church to eat


    something. Anne and Bet had fallen asleep.


    Norman drove and parked the car in front of my ce. He got out of the car to carry Anne inside.


    I said, "I''ll carry her. It''s gettingte. You should take Bet home to rest."


    He was slightly stunned, but still nodded. The way a man in his forties handled things was very different


    from a man in his twenties.


    A woman''s polite refusal was the best respect for them.


    Flirting in our twenties was passionate and romantic. "Flirting" in our forties was probably eating three


    meals a day, nodding and smiling at each other.


    "If I appear now, will you feel that I''m rude and invading your privacy?" Hendrix''s voice was low and


    maic.


    I subconsciously looked around. Indeed, in the alley under the dim streetlights, he was dressed in a


    high-ssed and dignified suit.


    There was a ck Mercedes-Benz parked beside him. He was staring at me with deep and reserved


    eyes.


    In the past four years, he had be more reserved and matured. He had be a more attractive


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    man.


    He smiled broadly and took Anne from my arms with one hand and handed the bouquet in his hand to


    me. "Happy Easter Day!"