The light slanted westward, and the afterglow inside the church gradually dimmed.
On the altar, thousands of candles were strewn haphazardly, mixed with long-withered flowers that would crumble into dust at the slightest touch.
Shao Zifeng swept the candelabrum aside, revealing a shriveled heart in the midst of the gilded pattern.
Qiuqiu looked at the heart, "Hm?"
Shao Zifeng nodded. He had probably described what he had seen in Gjestaf's memory to Qiuqiu beforehand, so Qiuqiu recalled it immediately upon seeing the heart.
After receiving Shao Zifeng's confirmation, Qiuqiu looked at the spirit of resentment with a measure of pity.
The spirit of resentment didn't show much of a reaction; it had a blood-stained cross hanging above its head, and its bow tie fluttered back and forth. As it noticed Qiuqiu's gaze, a strand of its hair also moved, as if greeting it, which was... quite charming.
