The door to the prayer room was not closed very tightly. When the wind blew, the door opened. Withered leaves were blown in through the door, and they flew in the air.
Whoosh!
The cold wind blew onto Richard’s face, and he snapped out of his daze. He trembled before he stared blankly at Thomas.
It was very strange. He did not feel flustered or too shocked. At that moment, he seemed to be hit by a van that had collided straight into him while he was walking on the road.
He was puzzled, and his brain was messed up. It appeared that this world had nothing to do with him. He knew nothing, and he could not think of anything. He forgot how to think. His gaze was dazed as if his soul had left his body.
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