Qiao Zhihe sat on the bed waiting for the arrival of Gu Shengyin.
He was even thinking about what gift Sister Death would bring him...
Just as he was bowing his head in thought, a cold wind swept by, and Qiao Zhihe happily lifted his head: "Sister Death!"
He still didn't know Gu Shengyin's name, so he always called her Sister Death.
The wide black cloak quietly fell to the ground, the pure black scythe cold and sharp.
But Qiao Zhihe was not afraid at all.
He knew this person wouldn't hurt him.
Gu Shengyin gently opened her hand, and a dark red light rose from her palm, slowly flying in front of Qiao Zhihe.
After the red light faded away, its true form was revealed—a droplet-shaped crimson Crystal Stone, about the size of a thumb, refracting beautiful light under the lamp.
"Happy birthday, Little Crane." Gu Shengyin said softly.
Qiao Zhihe very cherishedly placed the beautiful stone under his pillow.
Gu Shengyin said, "This thing can protect you in critical times."
