Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After all, he is just a ghost. If he is allowed to abide by human moral standards too much...

It's really a bit overwhelming.

She opened her mouth, trying to speak as slowly 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 back calmly and slowly.

There was no decent emotion in his voice.

The extremely white eyeballs were bare and stared at her.

The coldness spread silently.

There is a feeling of snakes wrapping around your neck.

"..." Yun Si blinked and looked at him.

I can't figure out what he means.

"If it wasn't stolen..."

She thought about it for a moment, but didn't say anything too harshly, just vaguely.

"As long as it's a legitimate means, I like it."

Silly Ayang, who had his big head resting on her shoulder, immediately hugged her tightly.

The sentence stuttered.

"I...my..."

"Also...also...Sisi's..."

Yun Si: "...?"

This is unclear.

On the opposite side, Awen said calmly: "The card is mine, I didn't steal it."

What's mine is yours.

Ayang meant this, and so did he.

Yun Si was obviously stunned.

"The card...is yours?"

How could a ghost have a human card? ? ?

Does he have an ID? ? ?

Ayang leaned against her and played with a strand of her hair.

Dashagou is stupid in other ways, but he is very good at braiding hair.

Playing with her hair, braiding it on her own.

"Also...it's also mine..."

He was always afraid that she would ignore him.

Yun Si looked down at him and then at Awen.

Awen was calm and gently pushed the gift box back.

"Mine, for you."

"..." Yun Si looked at him steadily.

After a few seconds, she seemed to remember something, opened the box and picked up the card inside.

It has the signature of the cardholder, probably...

"..."

The handwriting was too sloppy and she couldn't understand it.

She handed the card to him, "You said the card is yours, but does the name on it also belong to you?"

Could it be...

His last name?

Awen looked at her quietly and didn't answer.

He just shook his head slightly.

"I have no idea."

This answer is too pale and very suspicious.

One has to wonder if he snatched it away and then forcefully explained it.

Yun Si didn't question it, she just clicked on the signature and asked, "Do you understand this signature? What is it called?"

She looked for a chance to check, and maybe she could actually find the location of his grave.

When the time comes, his bones will be dug out and tidied up, and they should still be usable.

Awen calmed down for a while.

Didn't miss the light of interest in her eyes.

He was silent for a moment and lowered his eyes.

For the first time, he avoided looking at her.

The voice is still soft.

"can't read."

In fact, it is understandable.

He felt a strong sense of familiarity with that handwriting.

It seemed as if he had written it himself a long time ago.

There is a feeling of long absence from a lifetime.

perhaps……

I really wrote it during my lifetime.

There's nothing wrong with her wanting to know, but...

Inexplicably, he didn't want her to know.

Even if it's just a name.

Yun Si sighed, slightly disappointed.

He took the card back and looked at it again.

The signature on it is a continuous stroke and a few strokes.

It looks like English, but also like distorted Chinese.

At first glance, it looks like it was written by A-wen, but upon closer inspection, there are discrepancies.

It was scrawled like Ayang's crooked handwriting on paper.