She knew very well that those who were engaged in the art industry were obsessed with the pursuit of beauty.

Qiao Zhihe's agitation in his heart was beaten back by a basin of cold water when he saw Gu Sheng's face sculptured in ice and snow.

Seeing that the other party did not ask him what he meant, he took back the words he said.

The two of them sat quietly like this, with fireflies dancing beside them, and then they looked up and saw bright stars.

Gu Shengyin suddenly fell backwards and lay in the grass.

Qiao Zhihe looked at her in surprise. In his mind, Sister Death's words and deeds were like trained by the most harsh dogma.

Every move, even the standing posture is very rigorous.

This was the first time he saw her doing such a...indiscreet movement.

But there was some secret joy in his heart because of this.

Such a sister of Death seems to have a little more human touch.

He followed Gu Shengyin's movements, pillowed his head with his hands, and lay down on the grass.

Looking into the sky like this, it is impossible to tell which are fireflies and which are stars.

Gu Shengyin suddenly spoke: "I don't remember how many years I have been the God of Death, nor do I remember how many souls have entered the underworld from my hands."

Qiao Zhihe didn't understand what she wanted to express, but he saw that Gu Shengyin wanted to talk to others.

So he didn't interrupt or ask questions, but listened quietly to her.

Gu Sheng's cold voice seemed like a spring flowing slowly on such a summer night, which could easily soothe the last bit of heat in people's hearts.

"You are the only one who can see me as a stranger."

Qiao Zhihe couldn't help but smile: He is also an extremely special existence to Sister God of Death.

This perception made him very happy.

"I have seen all kinds of people facing death... Xiaohe, I'll ask you a question."

Qiao Zhihe focused his attention: "What's the problem, Sister Death?"

Gu Shengyin heard his calm voice: "If you had you one day, what would you think if you knew you were about to die?"

Her voice was too dull, so dull that Qiao Zhihe thought that she was really just a sudden idea to ask.

He thought about it seriously and finally said, "I may be very unwilling to accept it, right?"

Gu Shengyin repeated: "Don't give up?"

"Yes!" Qiao Zhihe smiled and said, "I am only seventeen years old. My dream is to become a famous painter. Now that the road has just begun, I have not proved to my parents that the right choice was correct. My parents only have me as a son. If I die, they will be very sad; I have not..."

He suddenly stopped talking.

Finally he said, "I want to live for a long time."

Gu Shengyin just listened quietly, and she heard Qiao Zhihe's unfinished words, but that should be a little secret that belonged to the young man, and she did not ask.

Qiao Zhihe gently said what he hadn't said in his heart: I haven't confessed to the person I like, and I may not confess to her, but I have to work hard to live for a long time, so that I can spend a long time with her for a long time.

Gu Shengyin turned his head and looked at the boy's bright eyes under the light of the fireflies, with vigorous vitality and vitality inside.

Such a teenager will end in two months.
Chapter completed!