Inside the church, sunlight streams in through the bright windows around, casting a hazy glow on the murals.
The pews below the pulpit are almost filled with people, leaving only a few sparse gaps.
There are many people, but no one is making noise.
Everyone is either meditating with eyes closed or staring straight ahead, waiting for the pastor to appear. Whether it's the ragged dock workers or the well-dressed upper-class individuals, at this moment, sitting in the same church, they are equally serene and solemn.
Lin Xian and CC walk down the center aisle, looking for a seat that can accommodate both of them.
He observes the waiting congregation on both sides.
He notices that the people here for the service are not only of different classes and ages... but also of varied nationalities, from all continents.
The Italian men, distinguishable at a glance;
And some notably plainly dressed Irish women;
