Chapter 2211 Soul (46)
After all, he is just a ghost, if he is made to abide by human moral standards too much...
It is indeed a bit difficult.
She opened her mouth, trying to slow down her tone as much as possible, "I didn't mean that, don't think too much, I just—"
"If it was neither stolen nor robbed, would you like it?"
He asked flatly and slowly.
There was no decent emotion in the voice.
Extremely white eyeballs, bare, just staring at her.
The cold feeling spread silently.
There is a feeling of snake letter wrapped around your neck.
"..." Yun Si blinked and looked at him.
Somewhat unpredictable what he meant.
"If it wasn't stolen..."
She considered it for a while, and didn't speak too hard, only vague.
"As long as it is a legitimate means, I like it."
Silly Ayang, whose big head was leaning on her shoulder, immediately hugged her tightly.
Statement stutters.
"I...my..."
"Also... also... Sisi's..."
Yun Si: "...?"
This is not clear.
On the opposite side, Awen said calmly: "The card is mine, I didn't grab it."
What's mine is yours.
Ayang means this, and so does he.
Yun Si was obviously taken aback.
"The card...is yours?"
How can a ghost have a human card? ? ?
He has an ID? ? ?
A Yang leaned against her, playing with a lock of her hair.
Da Shagou is stupid in other ways, but he is very good at braiding.
Playing with her hair, braiding it to herself.
"Also... also mine..."
He was always afraid that she would ignore him.
Yun Si looked down at him, then at Awen.
Awen was calm, and gently pushed the gift box back.
"Mine, here you are."
After a few seconds, she seemed to remember something, opened the box, and picked up the card inside.
It has the cardholder's signature on it, presumably...
"..."
The handwriting is too scribbled, she can't understand it.
She handed him the card, "You said the card is yours, so is the name on it also yours?"
Could it be...
His real name?
Awen looked at her quietly and didn't answer.
just shook his head slightly.
"I have no idea."
This answer is too pale and suspicious.
One has to wonder if this is an explanation he snatched and then insisted on.
Yun Si didn't question it, just clicked on the signature above, and asked, "Do you understand this signature? What's it called?"
She looked for a chance to check, maybe she could really find the location of his cemetery.
When the time comes, dig out his bones and tidy them up. They should still be usable.
Awen paused for a while.
Didn't miss the gleam of interest in her eyes.
He was silent for a moment, and lowered his eyes.
For the first time, he avoided meeting her gaze.
The voice is still soft.
"can't read."
is actually understandable.
He has a strong sense of familiarity with that handwriting.
It seems that he wrote it himself a long time ago.
There is a long-lost feeling like a world away.
perhaps…
I really wrote it down before my death.
She wondered, rightly so, but…
Inexplicably, he didn't want her to know.
Even if it’s just a name.
Yun Si let out an ah, slightly disappointed.
Retracted the card and looked again.
The signature on it is continuous strokes, and there are only a few strokes.
It looks like English, but it also looks like distorted Chinese.
At a glance, it looks like it was written by Awen, but if you look closely, you will find discrepancies.
Scribbled like A Yang's crooked words on paper.
(end of this chapter)