Seeing his wife struck by Roger's attack and emerge completely unharmed, the heart that Father Lin had kept suspended in his throat, as if about to leap out, finally settled slowly back into his chest like a startled bird. The heavy sorrow and gloomy haze that had shrouded his spirit lifted away bit by bit, gradually calming down.
At that moment, Father Lin drew a deep breath, as if trying to expel the massive boulder that had long weighed upon his heart. His brow gradually smoothed out, and his tense expression relaxed slightly, though deep within his eyes, lingering worry and fear remained visible. "Thank goodness, thank goodness she is all right," Father Lin comforted himself in his silence, his hands trembling slightly—the residual tremor of a tension just passed.
Lifting his foot to walk toward his wife, before his step even touched the ground, his gaze inadvertently swept to the side and caught sight of Roger, who lay sprawled in the dirt like a heap of mud.
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