"He's already gone mad, the church is all abuzz," said the priest, who was about the same age as Yamai Ichiro, his eyes filled with pity, "He keeps telling fortunes to anyone he meets, spouting words that others cannot understand."
Where did Yellow Love go then, Su Ziceng wondered as he looked at the thinly-clad Yamai Ichiro. If he truly was insane, even if he did possess Yellow Love, he probably didn't know where it had gone now.
Gone mad, were all those things Yamai Ichiro said before just nonsense? As he saw them out, the priest also emphasized, "No matter what, the Lord will grant you perseverance and tolerance, everything will get better."
Su Ziceng walked on the street, with the female exchange student continuously yawning beside him. What a pointless fuss, busying themselves for a month just to find a madman.
