Chapter 58: Can You Kiss Me?

“After bringing you to the territory, I immediately sent someone to look for your mother. Thankfully, nothing went wrong.”

Luo Xiya spoke gently, then glanced around, surveying the church’s surroundings as she continued.

“I found a church nearby. At first, I thought it was abandoned, but to my surprise, it was spotless and tidy. After getting in touch with the Sister here, I arranged for your mother to stay here for the time being.”

Gently stroking Roman’s head, Luo Xiya spoke softly, “Goddess Fara once said, death is not the end of life. The Noble Lady may still be watching over you.”

Roman quietly gazed at the woman in the coffin, his body instinctively radiating sorrow, yet his heart was filled with complicated emotions.

She was not ‘his’ mother, but the memories in his mind felt as real as if he had lived them himself; those emotions were vivid and true.

He could more or less understand how Roman managed to persevere back then.

Bathed in the warmth woven by familial love, even the most desperate reality could inspire the courage to resist.

By the time he regained his senses, his eyes had unknowingly become moist.

Luo Xiya stood considerately by his side, silently dabbing his tears away with a handkerchief.

“I’m fine…”

Roman shook his head as he spoke.

After saying this, he looked at the woman in the coffin and hesitantly asked, “She… when will Mother be laid to rest?”

“Have you finished saying what you wanted to say?”

“Mm…”

Luo Xiya suddenly looked to the side.

“Sister, are you there?”

Roman followed her gaze.

A stranger emerged from a side room of the church, taking a few steps before stopping in front of them.

Looking up at the tall figure before him, and meeting her emerald eyes for a moment, Roman was left speechless.

He could only lament that his height of one meter sixty was a bit disappointing.

The Sister before him, standing over one meter seventy, was even taller than Luo Xiya.

“Sister, this is the Noble Lady’s family member.”

“Good day, sir.”

Hearing this, Luo Xiya couldn’t help but chuckle softly, sizing up the meticulous Sister before her, wondering how she managed to keep such composure.

Roman also found it odd to be addressed this way, so he replied, “Hello. You can just call me Roman from now on.”

“Mm.”

The Sister walked over to the coffin holding Roman’s mother, closed her eyes solemnly, and began the familiar prayer ritual.

Roman studied this Sister.

Her pale golden hair was remarkably smooth—unlike most people from Violet Sakura, who had natural curls.

Her black and white habit wrapped her tightly, but those curves could not be hidden no matter what.

Looking away, Roman quietly watched the ceremony.

In the silence of the church, time seemed to blur.

No one knew how long had passed before the Sister finished the ritual, turned to face Luo Xiya and Roman, and pressed her hands to her chest.

“Fara above, your mother has surely received the blessing of the goddess and found peace for her soul.”

“Fara above.”

Luo Xiya also pressed her hand to her chest in response.

Roman took one last look at his mother in the coffin—she looked more asleep than dead—then greeted the Sister along with Luo Xiya, and together they left the church.

“Your mother will find eternal peace here.”

In the end, the Sister assured him of this.

Having experienced the harsh realities of society in his previous life, Roman had long since learned to discern sincerity from deceit. He could usually see through people at a glance.

This Sister was undoubtedly a person of true faith.

Her every gesture and expression was precise and unwavering.

Words spoken by such a person carried great conviction.

Even though it was their first meeting, Roman found himself trusting her completely.

“Thank you for your trouble.”

Roman said to her at last.

Stepping out of the church, Roman felt an emptiness inside, as if he had lost something, but also as if he had gained something.

“From now on, don’t dwell on the past anymore.”

Luo Xiya walked beside him and suddenly spoke.

“Alright.”

Roman understood what she meant.

Luo Xiya hoped he could turn the emptiness of his loss into a sense of relief, and stop feeling constant pressure and burden.

Roman suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“You now…”

Luo Xiya, who was holding Roman’s hand, also stopped, looking at him curiously.

Roman looked at Luo Xiya, his eyes as clear and bright as ever, but the blush on his cheeks was even more pronounced.

“Right now, could you…kiss me?”

For a brief moment, Luo Xiya’s mind went blank, but as she realized what he meant, she felt her blood begin to boil.

“Here?”

She tried her best to hide the excitement in her voice, not wanting to scare Roman, and glanced around as she spoke.

“Mm…”

With that, Roman closed his eyes.

Licking her lips, Luo Xiya placed her hands on Roman’s shoulders.

Roman’s unprecedented obedience made her feel like a shy girl experiencing her first love, suddenly filled with nervous anticipation.

Of course, she quickly calmed herself, then leaned down, bringing her lips close to Roman’s.

First, she gently bit his upper lip, savoring it for a moment before truly beginning her assault.

Without any resistance, she pried open Roman’s teeth, skillfully capturing the tip of his tongue and intertwining hers with his.

As their saliva mingled, Luo Xiya’s hands wandered from Roman’s shoulders down his back, sliding all the way to his waist.

Kissing Roman felt like peeling away layers of honey—each layer revealing a new, wonderful flavor.

Luo Xiya closed her eyes, her brows arching as her expression grew more and more enraptured.

Roman felt the same way, throwing himself wholeheartedly into the kiss.

The emptiness inside him was gradually replaced by a sweet and steadfast determination.

“Huff…huff…”

When their lips finally parted, a thread of saliva connected them. Luo Xiya and Roman gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Roman, you’re getting a little naughty…”

Faced with Luo Xiya’s teasing, Roman’s eyes crinkled as he smiled slightly.

“You little vixen…” Luo Xiya scooped Roman up in her arms and strode straight to the carriage door.

Nestled in Luo Xiya’s embrace, Roman whispered, “Now, I know how to face the future.”

Luo Xiya paused for a moment, then quickened her pace.

A few minutes later.

Meanwhile, in the distant church, a strange scene was unfolding.

In the once-silent church, the sound of carving on wood echoed continuously.

Many candles flickered beside the coffin containing Roman’s mother.

The Sister, however, was holding a wooden board, gripping a pen and drawing upon it.

The scratching of pen against wood rang out as she outlined the features bit by bit.

At last, she patted the board, looked at the face in the drawing, and nodded in satisfaction.

“Roman.”

Repeating the name, the Sister slowly wrote it upon the board.