Early morning, cloudy day, cemetery.
These are Gui Ming's three favorite office conditions as the God of Death.
So when she hummed a song and knocked on the door of the inaccessible villa with a rare good mood,
She decided to be more patient with tonight's dead.
The cold wind passed by, the bells jingled,
The scarlet name quickly faded from the paper like ripples,
The door was finally opened.
With slender, cold-white wrists, he directly dragged Gui Ming into the house and pressed him against the door panel.
"Finally caught you."
The girl's fragrance, with a sigh of satisfaction, hit her soul directly.
A passionate kiss, a blank sheet of paper, a strange girl.
Gui Ming's heart, which was rising and falling, finally stopped.
Concept: Death is not the end, forgetting is
Si Ye
Feng Qitan