Qiao Zhihe sat on the bed waiting for Gu Shengyin's arrival.

He even thought about what gift would Sister Death bring to him...

Just as he lowered his head to think, a cold wind blew by, and Qiao Zhihe raised his head happily: "Sister Death!"

He still doesn't know Gu Shengyin's name, so he always calls her sister Death.

The wide black cloak hangs quietly to the ground, and the pure black sickle is cold and sharp.

But Qiao Zhihe was not afraid at all.

He knew that this man would not hurt him.

Gu Shengyin gently spread his hands, and a dark red light rose from her palm and slowly flew to Qiao Zhihe.

After the red light faded, it revealed its original appearance - it was a red crystal like water droplets, about the size of a thumb, refracting beautiful brilliance under the light.

"Happy birthday, Xiaohe." Gu Shengyin said softly.

Qiao Zhihe cherished this beautiful stone under his pillow.

Gu Shengyin said: "This thing can protect your safety at critical moments."

She thought for a while, and with her hands, the stone that Qiao Zhihe put under the pillow returned to her hands.

But at this time, a red thread had already appeared on the stone.

"Go down." Gu Shengyin said.

Qiao Zhihe suddenly understood what the other party wanted to do.

He lowered his head obediently. The fourteen-year-old boy was no longer shorter than the god of death.

But Qiao Zhihe was very curious. The hood did not completely cover the face of Sister Death, but why could he never see clearly?

He suddenly raised his head, the two were very close, and Gu Shengyin's hand was still on his neck. Looking from a distance, the two seemed to be hugging.

At such a close distance, Qiao Zhihe could only see a pale chin with beautiful lines.

He felt aroused in his heart. What did he want to do? Gu Shengyin had already let go of his hand and took a step back.

For some reason, a sudden disappointment surged in Qiao Zhihe's heart.

He didn't even know where this disappointment came from.

Gu Shengyin looked at him quietly: "You are unhappy."

Qiao Zhihe was stunned for a moment. Are he unhappy?

What is he unhappy?

Gu Shengyin looked at his confused look and sighed in his heart, thinking that it was a change in temperament of adolescent children.

She glanced at him and suddenly said, "Today is your birthday, I will still promise you a wish, okay?"

Qiao Zhihe's eyes lit up, and the faint expectation in his heart began to stir.

Gu Shengyin saw the child in front of him looking at him with bright eyes: "Sister Death, can you promise me two things?"

Gu Shengyin shook his head slightly and stretched out a finger.

Her meaning was obvious, and she could only agree to one request.

Qiao Zhihe hesitated for a moment and said, "Then, can you pull down the hood and let me see what you look like?"

He began to meet his sister, Death at the age of seven.

But until he was fourteen years old, he didn't even know what her name was or what she looked like except for the name of the God of Death.

Gu Shengyin was stunned.

She didn't expect that Qiao Zhihe would make such a request.

Seeing that she had not moved for a long time, Qiao Zhihe couldn't help feeling a little disappointed: "Sister Death?"

When he shouted this, his tone brought a spoiled act that he didn't even notice.
Chapter completed!