Qiao Zhihe turned his head to look at Gu Shengyin, feeling quite amazed.
Sister Death is right here, how co Brother Ah Hao can’t see her?
He rembered his agreent with Gu Shengyin, so he tightly pursed his little lips, saying nothing, just shook his head.
The young man nad Ah Hao didn’t ask more upon seeing this, just held his hand and walked back: "Sir and Madam are very worried, let’s hurry back..."
While Qiao Zhihe was being led away by Ah Hao, he looked back, and Gu Shengyin waved at him, making a goodbye gesture.
Qiao Zhihe, smiling brightly, waved back.
Then he saw her suddenly stand up, a pair of huge black wings stretched out from her back, and with a leap, she disappeared into the night sky.
Qiao Zhihe widened his eyes, his gaze filled with wonder: That was so cool!
Then he was entirely picked up by Ah Hao: "Little master, this rooftop is not fun at all, and it’s very dangerous. In the future, you mustn’t co here alone again..."
Gu Shengyin actually hadn’t left; she just found a place where even Qiao Zhihe couldn’t see her and quietly followed along.
She saw Qiao Zhihe being taken by the young man nad Ah Hao into a splendid hall, where it seed a banquet was being held. A well-dressed couple hurried over when they saw Qiao Zhihe, their expressions faintly anxious.
These were Qiao Zhihe’s parents.
She sat on the rooftop of another building far away, watching the little child, she fell into thought.
anwhile, on the other side, Qiao Zhihe seed to be in a daze all evening.
His dad sat beside him, pouring his son a glass of juice: "Little Crane, why do you look so unhappy?"
Qiao Zhihe looked up, his expression very serious.
Even though he was not yet seven, his face still carried a very cute babyish chubbiness, making his serious look all the more endearingly adorable.
Father Qiao nearly burst out laughing, but held it in upon seeing his son’s deanor.
He wanted to give the little man so dignity.
"Dad, I have a question," Qiao Zhihe said.
Father Qiao patiently asked: "What question does Little Crane have?"
Then he saw his son’s eyes sparkle as he asked, "Is there a Grim Reaper in this world?"
Father Qiao: "..."
Has he been reading too many fairy tales?
But he certainly couldn’t answer like that.
So Father Qiao put on a thoughtful expression and looked down to see his son’s anxious gaze.
He couldn’t help but smile: "There are no Grim Reapers, those are all just in fairy tales, imagined by everyone."
Although children can be cald with stories, Father Qiao chose not to deceive his son.
He regarded his son’s education with great importance, and when it ca to so matters, he preferred to tell him the truth rather than replace it with lies.
Qiao Zhihe felt a bit disappointed; he really wanted to tell Dad that he saw a Grim Reaper tonight.
She was just like the ones in fairy tales, wearing a thick, black cloak, her face unclear, and holding a huge black scythe, simply very cool!
Moreover, she wasn’t at all as bad as described in the books!
But Qiao Zhihe rembered their agreent, so he kept his little secret to himself.
Only he could see Sister Death.
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