Father Arno stood under the sun, watching Meow leave in the car, waving at her.
Even after the car had gone far, he still didn't move. The smile on his face slowly faded, as if even the blazing sunlight couldn't hold on to it.
The black priest's cassock looked a bit eerie under the sunlight.
A figure slowly approached and stopped behind him. "You clearly don't want her to learn painting, so why are you still encouraging her?"
Mysterious darkness passed over Father Arno's face. "The one who encourages her is Father Arno."
The man shook his head and sighed. "Actually… you're jealous, aren't you? Jealous that she only gives gifts to Father Arno?"
Father Arno looked over, and he hurriedly changed the subject: "All right, all right, the little princess has to go to the hospital for her follow-up tomorrow. How are we going to explain things this time?"
"Same as always."
...
The next day, as usual, when it was time for the follow-up visit, they went.
