“Miss,” the old friar called out.

Genevieve turned around to face the benevolent-looking old friar. “I didn't bring any cash, and I couldn't find a place to withdraw some when I looked around,” she said hesitantly.

She wanted to give some donation money, but she had to swipe Armand's card or scan a code for payment as there was no cash in her wallet.

The old friar smiled gently as his gaze fell on her wrist. “I recognize this string of rosary beads.”

It was a gift from Armand to cover the scar on Genevieve's wrist. Since he did not allow her to take it off, she even wore it in the shower.

He had told her that he made the bracelet of rosary beads himself.

However, after hearing what the old friar said, Genevieve felt that Armand was somewhat dishonest. “My boyfriend gave me this string of rosary beads. Did he buy it at your church?”

“No,” the old friar answered with a shake of his head. “Some time ago, a man came here to pray. He knelt in front of the church altar for a long time, holding a string of rosary beads in his hand and murmuring a prayer as he carved some symbols onto the beads. He was already kneeling there when I came to get something in the morning, but when I came back as it was getting dark in the evening, he was still there. He didn't move from that spot for several hours. I noticed that his fingers were covered in blisters from carving the symbols. He said that he had never believed in religion since childhood, but he hoped that his lover would have a lifetime of peace.” The old friar's gaze fell on her wrist again. “I blessed this string of beads for him, and it's also unique, so I have a deep impression of it.”


Genevieve had assumed that the old friar wanted donation money from her or that Armand had bought the rosary beads from him.

She had never thought that Armand would spend the entire day that day kneeling before the church altar and carving religious symbols onto the rosary beads while praying that she would be safe and worry-free.

For some reason, she was overwhelmed with emotion, and she began tearing up.

She grew up in a wealthy family with her parents who loved her and Cooper doting on her. Never had she suffered, nor had she ever imagined meeting a man who would love her so much when she grew up.

The old friar said to Genevieve, “Even if there may be misunderstandings between you, you two truly love one another. You're an essential part of each other's lives no matter what occurs or how time passes.”

Genevieve brushed away the tears that were flowing uncontrollably with her fingers, and she could not help but remark, “I didn't expect you to say such a thing.”

To her, the old friar was like an otherworldly, immaculate being.

“I'm also human and understand feelings.” The old friar smiled gently. “You two are the rare kind who love each other so deeply. It was also the first time I'd met a non-believer who could kneel in front of the church altar for so long.”

The old friar still had something to do, so he left after a short chat with her.

Genevieve looked down at the rosary beads on her wrist. She could picture Armand kneeling before the church altar and praying sincerely with blistered fingers as he carved symbols onto the beads.

It wasn't long from the time we met until we got together. But why can he love me so deeply?

She went back into the church, straightened her back, and bowed her head, praying sincerely with her hands clasped in front of her chest.

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