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.
