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Chapter 1467 The problem that is stuck in the throat(1/2)

The tomb ghost curled up slightly with his five fingers.

I was a little nervous inexplicably.

Such a small flower basket is so fragile, if it accidentally exerts force, the flower basket will be broken.

The worry in his heart made it subconsciously tense.

......

The tomb ghost stared at the little flower basket like a big enemy, which made the girl couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Apiao, why are you doing so nervous?"

“This is not porcelain.”

"Even if the small flower basket falls to the ground, it won't break."

"but-"

The girl thought, "The flowers inside will be sprinkled."

"So, be careful."

These dried flowers are the last one she left.

But she used her pocket money to buy a new star.

She planned to make some dried flowers full of stars and put them in a glass bottle in her room.

It must be very beautiful.

...

"Apiao, I'm leaving."

The tomb ghost nodded.

The eyes are still on the small flower basket.

"Apiao, if I'm leaving, you won't look at me?"

The girl's complaints made the tomb ghost raise his eyes.

It's not because the girl said that it feels embarrassed.

But the girl's tone seemed to be a little wrong.

What's wrong?

It looked at the girl in confusion.

"I'm leaving."

The girl said the previous words again.

The tomb ghost nodded.

It knows.

Didn’t the girl just say...

etc.

The tomb ghost's expression was slightly stunned and noticed something was wrong.

Going away...?

Seeing the tomb ghost, he finally realized something. The girl bent the corners of her mouth, but there was no light in her eyes, and she showed a little dimness.

"Apiao, I'm going to move."

move place?

The tomb ghost has his head tilted.

What's the meaning?

The doubts on the grave's face were too obvious, and a few real smiles oozed into the girl's eyes.

"Apiao, you are so stupid. You don't even know how to move."

“Moving is…”

The girl paused, then explained seriously. "I'm going to move to a very far place."

"We won't be here as often as we do now."

"It is probably only possible to come here every year when you visit the grave."

"Do you understand?"

The girl opened her eyes wide, "Apiao, after leaving this time, we will meet next year."

"I will miss you."

"Will you miss me?"

The tomb's face froze.

It looked at the girl's expectant eyes, and it nodded in a panic until it found that there was sadness in those eyes.

It actually doesn't know if it will think of a human being.

The previous urgency was just because the girl said she wanted to give it a gift.

At least that's what it thinks itself.

And, knowing that the girl will come back one day next year, why does it still miss it?

Isn't it always goodbye?

But when he saw a girl who smiled because of his nod, he thought, just think that it would miss it.

...

"Apiao."

The girl was a little reluctant to leave.

Apiao appeared in front of her at a very special time, and a very special place.

She couldn't help but wonder, was this encounter a super surprise gift from her mother?

Mom is gone, but she is not alone.

She and Apiao.

Apiao is different.

She wanted to say what she said to her family but didn't dare to say what she said to her family. She only said to Apiao.

It's great that someone is willing to listen to their own ideas.

Even if Apiao is not a human, it doesn't matter.

Apiao is very good.

Apiao is Apiao.

"We are friends, aren't we?"

The girl's abrupt words made the tomb ghost stunned.

friend?

Is it a friend to a human?

What an incredible and ridiculous thing.

However, looking at the girl's glittering eyes, the tomb ghost nodded.

Well, they are friends.

The girl smiled even happier.

"Then Apiao, you must not forget me."

"Next time I come, when I call you, you must appear soon."

"I'll scream."

"You will definitely hear my voice."

"You can't be as slow as this time."

"I'll be... scared."

"Scared...you're gone."

"I'm afraid... I won't find you again."

...

The tomb ghost nodded.
To be continued...
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