Only in front of those to whom he was closest, would the Qiao Family’s young master, who appeared gentle and courteous to outsiders, reveal a trace of childlike innocence.
Gu Shengyin had no resistance to such a Qiao Zhihe.
She hesitated for a mont and finally, under the child’s burning gaze, reached out and pulled down the hood from her head.
Qiao Zhihe widened his eyes.
The mont the hood was lowered, a cascade of silver-gray hair flowed down, but Qiao Zhihe’s gaze was tightly drawn to the person before him.
Gray hair and gray eyes, distinctly different from human appearance.
Yet, it didn’t seem the least bit out of place on her.
The Grim Reaper before him had a delicately exquisite face that could hardly be captured with a brush, but at the sa ti, due to that bloodless face and excessively pale lips, this delicacy carried a hint of fragility.
Of course, this fragility was rely superficial; no one dared to underestimate the Grim Reaper’s scythe.
Qiao Zhihe stared at this person without blinking.
Ever since he was seven, he had constantly fantasized about Sister Death’s appearance in his mind.
He had once imagined whether she would be like a skeleton as described in fairy tales, or perhaps a strange creature completely different from humans, or... maybe a beautiful female divinity.
Upon seeing her face for real, he thought, so Sister Death looks like this?
Indeed, Sister Death should look like this.
He stared blankly until the other’s gaze t his.
Almost a cold stare, but after seven years of acquaintance with the Grim Reaper before him, Qiao Zhihe knew this seemingly icy Sister Death actually had a very soft heart.
Qiao Zhihe’s gentle face suddenly blossod into a brilliant smile; his eyes glistened as he looked at Gu Shengyin, almost exclaiming in a joyful tone, "Sister Death, you are truly beautiful!"
Gu Shengyin showed no reaction upon hearing this.
She rely reached out to pull back the hood she had just let fall, once again covering that breathtaking appearance completely.
"Appearance is nothing more than a shell to ." Her cold voice erged from the cloak.
Qiao Zhihe looked sowhat regretfully at the pitch-black hood and chuckled at her words: "But for so many humans, a beautiful appearance is their life’s pursuit!"
Gu Shengyin did not debate this topic with Qiao Zhihe.
The record in her hand suddenly lit up, aning she had another task to attend to.
"I need to leave for a bit; you should rest early."
Her calm voice echoed in the room.
Qiao Zhihe opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing more, but the other was already gone.
He sowhat wistfully looked at the spot where she had previously stood, stared for a while, and suddenly began to laugh again.
Lowering his head, Qiao Zhihe grasped the small, teardrop-shaped red Crystal Stone in his hand.
He had no idea what this thing was, but being treated with such solemnity by Sister Death, it must be sothing very important, right?
He sat there silently for a while, feeling a bit drowsy, and fell into a hazy sleep just like that.
...
Qiao Zhihe felt very hot.
Every cell in his body was clamoring with restlessness, and deep within him, it seed as though a fire was burning.
He needed sothing to quench his thirst, to alleviate this omnipresent agitation.
A suddenly cool arm reached over from beside him.
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The eighth of the five night watch periods is over.
Thank you to everyone who voted for, comnted on, and rewarded Zhizhi, thank you very much, although my PK still failed[Uwah...]
Daily updates as usual at the eighth of the five night watch periods afterward~
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