Only in front of those to whom he was closest, would the Qiao Family's young master, who appeared gentle and courteous to outsiders, reveal a trace of childlike innocence.
Gu Shengyin had no resistance to such a Qiao Zhihe.
She hesitated for a moment and finally, under the child's burning gaze, reached out and pulled down the hood from her head.
Qiao Zhihe widened his eyes.
The moment the hood was lowered, a cascade of silver-gray hair flowed down, but Qiao Zhihe's gaze was tightly drawn to the person before him.
Gray hair and gray eyes, distinctly different from human appearance.
Yet, it didn't seem the least bit out of place on her.
The Grim Reaper before him had a delicately exquisite face that could hardly be captured with a brush, but at the same time, due to that bloodless face and excessively pale lips, this delicacy carried a hint of fragility.
Of course, this fragility was merely superficial; no one dared to underestimate the Grim Reaper's scythe.
