Even upon seeing Gu Shengyin's arrival, he didn't show much joy.
"Sister Death, can you see a person's lifespan?" Qiao Zhihe asked.
Gu Shengyin's heart skipped a beat, and she gently nodded.
Qiao Zhihe's face showed a dazed expression: "One of my senior brothers, a very talented person, he received the admission notice from the Royal Academy of Songlin Country this year, but last night, on his way home, he was shot..."
Gu Shengyin lowered her eyes.
She knew that boy; last night, she went to guide him.
A very cheerful and sunny boy, cried uncontrollably beside her as he looked at his own corpse.
She let him have a look at his parents, and he kept crying about his unfilialness, apologizing to Dad and Mom...
Gu Shengyin looked at the record book in her hand.
In fact, that person was not supposed to die yesterday.
Originally, he should have gone abroad to study, then returned home to become a moderately famous modern painter, and die at forty due to liver cancer.
