Qiao Zhihe widened his eyes to look at the scenery below.
This was a beauty he had never imagined.
If soone were to take a photo of the sky with a telescope at this mont, they might see a little boy suspended in the sky in a strange posture, gazing at the scene below.
It was simply... like a dream.
Qiao Zhihe rembered that after Sister Death asked that question, he had unhesitatingly placed his hand into the palm of her gloved hand.
And then...
He sensed that he was being held, leaving the ground behind.
Yes, leaving.
He looked up, still able to see only a patch of darkness under the heavy hood, and craning his neck a bit higher, he could see those beautiful black wings behind Sister Death.
He was in the sky right now!
Every little boy has a dream about flying when they are young.
This was different from being on an airplane, not sitting in a closed cabin, but truly standing in midair, able to reach out to feel the wind gently brushing by, and just lowering his head to see the myriad lights below.
Qiao Zhihe’s face was full of wonder.
Gu Shengyin looked at him softly and asked, "Feeling better now?"
Qiao Zhihe nodded vigorously, he felt so excited that his heart might leap out of his chest!
Gu Shengyin carried him as they slowly soared through the sky.
They flew for about two hours, Qiao Zhihe had never thought that his city could look like this from above.
Finally, the little child who was reluctant to leave was sent ho by Gu Shengyin.
Facing the eager eyes of the Little Prince, Gu Shengyin refused him firmly: "You should be going to sleep now, otherwise tomorrow dad and mom will see your dark circles and scold you."
Well, hearing the unmistakable tone in Sister Death’s voice, Qiao Zhihe could only obediently nod his head.
Then, he heard a cool goodnight whispered in his ear, and the person beside him vanished without a trace.
She was indeed a mysterious Sister Death.
Qiao Zhihe thought.
The next day, when Mother Qiao pushed open her son’s room door, she still saw the big dark circles.
Gu Shengyin hadn’t thought of it—after such an exhilarating night, how could a normal person manage to sleep? Let alone a seven-year-old like Qiao Zhihe.
Qiao Zhihe was worried that he would be scolded by his mom for being like this.
But clearly, Mother Qiao misunderstood; she thought he couldn’t sleep because he was reprimanded last night.
For a mont, she felt both pity and guilt, hugging Qiao Zhihe with a mix of affectionate cuddles.
Qiao Zhihe was held in a daze by his mom, obviously not understanding the situation at all.
But as a man, he must bravely take responsibility for his mistakes—this was what Sister Death had taught him.
So Qiao Zhihe patted his little chest and told his mom that he truly knew he was wrong and henceforth would never do such dangerous things again.
Mother Qiao saw that her son was still admitting his mistake even in this state, and her heart was filled with a mix of sourness and pride.
From then on, she loved her son even more dearly.
anwhile, after playing with Qiao Zhihe for a day, Gu Shengyin returned to the Underworld.
The system inford her that Ho Qing’s next plan was to go skiing at Xibo Grand Snow Mountain.
Anyway, this woman’s hobby always involved adventure and excitent, Gu Shengyin was not surprised.
The last ti she intentionally t Ho Qing, she found nothing unusual except for her deep rit, letting her gradually relax her concerns.
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