Ho Qing was filled with despair.
It was as if she was feeling powerless for the first ti.
But wasn’t it just her feeling powerless?
Gu Shengyin, as the Grim Reaper, had no way either as she watched Qiao Zhihe’s life draw nearer to its end.
All Gu Shengyin could do was to spend more ti with Qiao Zhihe in these last two months.
Every ti she went to see Qiao Zhihe, she could see his happy smile.
She thought, in this lifeti, she must be a very good friend of Qiao Zhihe, right?
Qiao Zhihe wasn’t introverted, but he leaned towards being quiet, and when he had free ti, he would travel alone with his easel to seek inspiration.
From Gu Shengyin’s observations, she likely was one of Qiao Zhihe’s best friends.
Sotis, Gu Shengyin would watch him from afar without revealing herself.
Watching him carry his easel at a square full of children, adults, and windmills, offering free drawings for others.
But he never drew portraits.
Gu Shengyin saw him study portraits for years, aside from classroom imitations, she had never seen him draw portraits.
So say portraits are Qiao Zhihe’s shortcoming; aware of his unskillfulness, he avoids it completely.
But Gu Shengyin didn’t think so.
Perhaps in her eyes, her own people were always the best.
She felt Qiao Zhihe had his reasons for not drawing portraits, not because he couldn’t.
Another month passed.
One month left until Qiao Zhihe’s death.
And that man’s illness was worsening.
Ho Qing’s patience seed to reach a limit.
People began dying in this city.
No accidents, the killer had no target, as if they felt like killing and did it.
The thods weren’t sophisticated, yet the police couldn’t trace the killer.
Every investigation, they couldn’t find the crucial clues, as if sothing unseen was erasing those traces.
Gu Shengyin watched coldly.
Because of Ho Qing’s Life Pattern, she couldn’t die, she wouldn’t have legal trouble, she wouldn’t be caught.
But what about others?
Those innocently killed while going ho to have a warm al by Ho Qing’s hand.
Indeed, those people had their nas in Gu Shengyin’s records.
It showed their lives ending on those specific days.
Gu Shengyin might comfort herself that even without Ho Qing’s action, they might die from an accident or car crash.
But Gu Shengyin thought it laughable — those people seed to pay for Ho Qing’s debt.
Because Gu Shengyin had clearly seen her records change as Ho Qing made her move.
The fate of so changed with her actions.
And the rit Power on Ho Qing was gradually diminishing — but at this rate, she could freely roam for countless years before this rit Golden Light disappeared.
In these countless years, who knows how many souls would be added to her tally.
Most hateful was Ho Qing writing a brazen ssage in blood every ti she killed: "Salute the Grim Reaper."
The police thought it was a criminal’s declaration; they assud it was taunting the police.
But it wasn’t.
It was Ho Qing taunting the Grim Reaper.
On this day, when Gu Shengyin went to see Qiao Zhihe, she saw him sitting forlornly on the bed.
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