Ho Qing was filled with despair.
It was as if she was feeling powerless for the first time.
But wasn't it just her feeling powerless?
Gu Shengyin, as the Grim Reaper, had no way either as she watched Qiao Zhihe's life draw nearer to its end.
All Gu Shengyin could do was to spend more time with Qiao Zhihe in these last two months.
Every time she went to see Qiao Zhihe, she could see his happy smile.
She thought, in this lifetime, she must be a very good friend of Qiao Zhihe, right?
Qiao Zhihe wasn't introverted, but he leaned towards being quiet, and when he had free time, he would travel alone with his easel to seek inspiration.
From Gu Shengyin's observations, she likely was one of Qiao Zhihe's best friends.
Sometimes, Gu Shengyin would watch him from afar without revealing herself.
Watching him carry his easel at a square full of children, adults, and windmills, offering free drawings for others.
But he never drew portraits.
