chapter 200 I shouldn't have held his hands.

Turning from the alley onto the main road, the surroundings gradually became brighter, and everywhere I looked was a dreamy yellowish mist. Surprisingly, the wind that had been lingering all day seemed to have stopped. Looking at the deep sky, Jesus didn't know whether it would snow or clear up completely, just like he didn't know what the end of the road under his feet would look like.

Time passed by minute by minute, until a half moon slowly peeked out from the dark clouds, and...