Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

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.

In the voice, there was no decent emotion.

The extremely white eyeballs are 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.

Some could not figure out what he meant.

"If it wasn't stolen..."

She considered it for a while, and didn't speak too harshly, only vaguely.

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

The silly Ayang with his big head 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 grab it."

What's mine is yours.

A Yang meant this, and so did he.

Yun Si was obviously taken aback.

"The card... is yours?"

How can a ghost have a human card? ? ?

He has an ID card? ? ?
Ayang leaned against her, playing with a strand of her hair.

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

Playing with her hair, braiding it by 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."

"..." Yun Si stared fixedly at him.

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 was too scribbled for her to understand.

She handed the card to him, "You said the card is yours, so is the name on it also yours?"

Could it be...

His previous name?

Awen looked at her quietly and didn't answer.

Just shook his head slightly.

"I do not know."

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, she just clicked on the signature above and asked, "Do you understand this signature? What's it called?"

She took a chance to check, maybe she could find the location of his cemetery.

When the time comes to dig out his bones and clean 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 looking at her.

The voice is still soft.

"can't read."

In fact, it is 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……

It was really written by me before my death.

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 let out an ah, a little disappointed.

Withdraw the card and look again.

The signature on it is continuous strokes, and there are only a few strokes.

It looks like English, but also like distorted Chinese.

At a glance, it looks like it was written by Awen, but upon closer inspection, there are discrepancies.

It was scrawled like A Yang's crooked words on the paper.

(End of this chapter)