The car drove all the way to downtown, across the My district with its bustling shops, coffee houses, and colorful street entertainers. Irish had always liked being in crowds, so she let Will, who had been with her for the whole afternoon, go back first. Will felt embarrassed and said that he could not do so on ount of Mr. Dover, so Irish said that she had be familiar with the city and would hitchhike back to the apartment. Will gave up, told her to be safe, and then left.


    Irish walked all the way to the Georgemercial street. It was the most suitable ce to go shopping, from therge shopping centers to the dazzling open shops. When she roamed excitedly, her mobile phone rang, it was Joseph.


    He spoke in a slightly exhausted voice, "Why did you tell Will to go away?"


    "He''s a big man, and I''m shopping around the street. I would feel embarrassed for him." Irish entered a shop and picked up a folk art piece.


    "But he was keeping you safe. South Africa is a ce where riots or terrorist attacks can take ce any day," he sighed.


    "Don''t worry, I''lle back after a stroll." Irish heard his tiredness and asked with concern. "Are you still at thepany? How long will it take to finish?"


    "It''s a bit tricky. We have to continue the meeting in five minutes."


    "What''s the matter? Do I need toe to you at thepany?" For a moment, she felt a little guilty. He was too busy, but she had been enjoying herself shopping.


    Joseph smiled at the other end, "Seeing your conscience is really rare. Have a good time." He heard Professor Timin about Irish''s ways. She always arrived at public meetings aste as possible and went away after saying everything she wanted to, never waiting to hear others.


    He could understand that she did her own thing and would not waste time courting anyone. It was all because of her character.


    Irish smiled.


    Joseph repeatedly stressed to her to remain safe and then ended the call.


    The shop owner was a white woman who looked in her forties, and she had brown-red hair, brownish-green pupils, and a colorful dress. She looked like a palette of colors, and when Irish finished talking, she said, "The pattern on your face is so beautiful."


    Irish epted her kindness and said thank you. She looked down at the work of art in her hand. She saw that it was a wooden sculpture and looked around at the environment of the shop. It was a ce full of religious colors. It was filled with works of art rted to religion.


    "Is that your husband? He''s very considerate." The shopkeeper smiled at her.


    A slight blush filled Irish''s cheeks. Husband? She pictured Joseph''s handsome face in her mind and felt proud. She had never dared to ask for it; from time to time, she wanted to escape like an ostrich. As long as she was with him, as long as she was around him, everything would be okay.


    However, the woman''s vanity prompted her to nod, and the moment she nodded, her cheeks became even hotter, and her voice seemed to tremble. She answered softly, "Yes, it was my husband."


    The shopkeeper saw her flushed cheeks and smiled, "I can see your rtionship is good."<novelnext></novelnext>


    "My husband is very kind to me," Irish said, and her heart went wild. The shopkeeper said some blessing words, and she immediately felt embarrassed to look at the works inside the shop.


    Walking in her shop, she inadvertently saw a painting. She pointed to it and said, "This painting is very unique."


    "Oh, it''s from the European Renaissance, about Genesis." The shopkeeper then asked her, "Are you Christian?"


    Irish shook her head.


    South Africa is a multi-ethnic country, so religious beliefs are also diverse. The majority of whites in the country were Christian, as well asrge poptions of Hindus and Buddhists. Some ck people believed in primitive religions, and some people believed in Im. All kinds of religious beliefs coexisted, and no one interfered with each other.


    "This picture is about the creation of the Bible, where God created man but was disappointed by human greed and mutual destruction, so he let the heavy rains destroy the world."


    Irish took down the painting, where in the middle of the flood was a ship, which was supposed to be the legendary Noah''s Ark. She sighed, "How much despair made him destroy everything he had created?" What she wanted to say was: the creator is like a parent. How can a parent kill his child with his own hands? But the shopkeeper was clearly a Christian, and she could not vilify the gods; otherwise, she would not respect her religious culture.


    The shopkeeper exined, "God has his kindness, so he sent angels to execute people."


    "Oh," Irish nodded.


    In light of the shopkeeper''s enthusiasm, she bought the painting.


    Outside the shop, Irish was nning to hang out for a while and then return to the apartment, but the road was suddenly blocked by a roadster. It urred to her that she might get robbed. But it was wrong. How could there be a robber in a luxury car?


    She put the painting behind her and prepared to battle against the danger before her. But, when the door opened, her eyes tightened, and her nervousness turned to consternation when the owner got out of the car.


    How could it be him?


    At night, the man dressed leisurely. He got out of the car and stood therezily, smiling at her and saying hello. "Hey, I haven''t seen you for a while. Do you miss me?"


    It was Leo.


    Irish should have expected that he, who was also a bidder, had a reason to show up in Cape Town.


    On the Antic coast, the night was tender and affectionate, but sometimes waves beat the rocks and stirred up thousands of waves. When the yacht passed Penguin Ind, Irish actually saw the penguins off the coast under the moon, one by one, all snuggled up. She had never seen so many penguins, and at first nce, she would have mistaken them for a mirage.