Baizhu always knew he didn’t have long left ever since making the deal with Changsheng. However, his condition had spiralled awfully these past few weeks.

You were the grim reaper assigned to watch over him until his time came. You’d visited every now and again, so Baizhu had become quite well-acquainted with your presence.

He laid on his bed, weak and exhausted. Yet, when he caught your silhouette out of the corner of his eye, he smiled weakly. “Back again to check up on me, hm?”