Time Travel: The Heroine Has Arrived!-Chapter 1439: Grim Reaper Girl VS Deranged Villainess (Part 24)

She understood very well their commitment to the pursuit of beauty, those engaged in the arts.

Qiao Zhihe’s emotions were suddenly doused by cold water when he saw the icy sculpture of Gu Shengyin’s face.

Seeing the other party did not inquire about his thoughts, he swallowed back the words on his lips.

The two sat quietly like that, surrounded by dancing fireflies, and when looking up, there were bright stars.

Gu Shengyin suddenly fell backward, lying in the grass.

Qiao Zhihe looked at her with some astonishment. In his mind, Sister Death’s behavior was as strict as someone trained in the most rigorous doctrine.

Every move, even the standing posture, was extremely meticulous.

This was the first time he saw her act so... unconstrained.

Yet, in his heart, there arose a secret joy because of it.

Such a Sister Death seemed to have gained a touch more humanity.

He imitated Gu Shengyin’s movements, using his hands as a pillow, and lay down on the grass.

Looking up at the sky like this, he could not tell which were fireflies and which were stars.

Gu Shengyin suddenly began to speak: "I no longer remember how many years I have been a Grim Reaper, nor how many souls have entered the Underworld through my hands."

Qiao Zhihe did not understand what she wanted to express, but he realized Gu Shengyin wanted to talk.

So he did not interrupt or inquire; he quietly listened to her speak.

Gu Shengyin’s cold voice in such a summer night was like a clear stream flowing gently, easily smoothing away the last trace of impatience in people’s hearts.

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

Qiao Zhihe couldn’t help but smile: to Sister Death, he was also an incredibly special existence.

This realization made him very happy.

"I have seen all kinds of people facing death... Little Crane, let me ask you a question."

Qiao Zhihe focused his attention: "What question, Sister Death?"

Gu Shengyin’s voice was calm: "If one day, you knew you were about to die, what would you think?"

Her voice was so calm, so calm that Qiao Zhihe thought she really just wanted to ask out of idle curiosity.

He seriously thought for a moment and finally said: "I might be very unwilling, right?"

Gu Shengyin repeated: "Unwilling?"

"Yes!" Qiao Zhihe smiled: "I’m only seventeen, my dream is to become a famous painter, this path has just begun; I haven’t proved to my parents that my choice is correct; my parents have only me as a son, if I died, they would be very sad; I haven’t..."

He suddenly stopped speaking.

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

Gu Shengyin just listened quietly, she could tell Qiao Zhihe had something unspoken, but it was likely a little secret belonging to a young boy, and she did not pursue it.

Qiao Zhihe softly said the words he hadn’t spoken in his heart: I haven’t confessed to the one I like, I might never confess, but I want to live a long, long time, so the time spent with her will be more, much longer.

Gu Shengyin turned her head and looked at the boy’s bright eyes under the glow of fireflies, full of youthful vigor and vitality.

Such a young boy, his life would end in two months.