The young master of the Qiao Family did not pursue finance managent, but rather chose art.
At first, when Qiao Zhihe expressed his intentions, it wasn’t surprising that he faced opposition from his family.
But in the end, Father Qiao and Mother Qiao couldn’t win over their son.
Forcing him wouldn’t be of any use; it’s better if he lives happily.
A cold breeze drifted in from the open floor-to-ceiling window, and within Qiao Zhihe’s gentle gaze, a hint of surprise erged: "Sister Death!"
Sure enough, turning around, that familiar figure appeared in his room.
He had always called her Sister Death because he once asked Gu Shengyin her na, but she didn’t tell him.
Divinities’ nas are like a Curse Incantation, they mustn’t be casually revealed to others.
However, Gu Shengyin didn’t tell Qiao Zhihe because she didn’t actually know what her original na was.
From the start of her mories, it’s as if she was always the Grim Reaper, humans also called her Grim Reaper.
She had no na.
Naturally, she couldn’t tell Qiao Zhihe what her na was.
Gu Shengyin looked at the bright roses on the drawing paper and praised: "Very beautiful."
Qiao Zhihe chuckled upon hearing her words.
Gu Shengyin looked at him, wanting to say sothing, but her expression suddenly changed.
It seed like she saw sothing on Qiao Zhihe.
Her heart stirred, and the record book in her hand flipped automatically, revealing Qiao Zhihe’s na on the third page.
How could this be?
Gu Shengyin stared intently at the na on the page, filled with confusion and shock at this mont.
"Sister Death... Sister Death?" Qiao Zhihe called out to her several tis before bringing her back to consciousness.
Gu Shengyin snapped back to reality and saw Qiao Zhihe; for a mont, she didn’t want to face this lively face.
She hurriedly said: "Suddenly have sothing to do, see you next ti."
Before the words finished, she had already disappeared from the room.
Qiao Zhihe’s smile froze on his face.
The corners of his mouth slowly fell, feeling like his heart suddenly felt empty.
She is a divinity, he is a mortal.
That was the one person he couldn’t reach for his entire life.
Qiao Zhihe slowly returned to the desk, picked up the paintbrush again, and carefully added the remaining colors to those fla-like roses.
But that seemingly surging passion seed to have faded a lot.
Gu Shengyin flew alone to the top of the deserted mountain, motioning with her left hand, she finally opened that page of the record book, clearly seeing the line:
Qiao Zhihe, male, aged seventeen, Huaxia Calendar year 2330, July 14, dies in a car accident.
July 14, the day when the ghost gate opens, was only two months away.
Why not understand, why, her record book always had no news about Qiao Zhihe, yet suddenly showed a line like this.
The Grim Reaper’s record book couldn’t possibly be wrong, aning Qiao Zhihe indeed would die two months later.
Gu Shengyin sat at the mountain top the entire night.
By the next day, she beca the cold Grim Reaper once again.
The system said: "Host, don’t be sad."
Gu Shengyin replied strangely: "Why should I be sad?"
The system said: "Your lover in this world is about to die, but host, you’ll et again in the next world, so..."
Gu Shengyin continued the system’s words: "So I’m not sad, don’t worry."
The system didn’t say any more.
Even if it’s a lover, a child watched grow since childhood is about to die, one would feel uncomfortable, wouldn’t they?
Truly not sad?
Perhaps not?
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