Seven Lives Determined by the Fate of Ancient Strange Fate (Ghost Text with Foreign Background) Author: Honghe Canghai He was completely stunned, unable to react, and watched as Randall “kissed” his fingertips one by one. After that, he changed his right hand and dragged it over to remove the bandage. He quickly raised his left hand and couldn't believe his eyes. The hand that was scarred a few seconds ago now looks intact. He tried to clench his fist, move his fingers, and be as flexible as he was before he was injured. Surprise, surprise beyond description, but. What the hell is going on here? Of course he knew that Randall had “cured” him, but it was amazing, Randall. It's really amazing. He looked back at Randal, and by this time his right hand had been “healed.”. Then Randall's hand reached out in front of him, this time to remove the gauze from his face. Uh, face? As soon as he breathed, Jesse's heart beat faster, and even his chest was hot and dry. This feeling is very uncomfortable, uncomfortable, but he can not do anything, just stare at that face. Those lips are getting closer and closer to me. Finally, it hit the corner of his eye and slid all the way down to his cheekbone, and the pain disappeared all the way. This let Jesse know that there was no scar on his face, so there was one left. Not surprisingly, Randall then took his face in his hands, lifted it up, then lowered his head and printed his lips on his cheeks, slowly moving them to the corners of his mouth. When he finally reached the corner of his mouth, Jesse thought his heart would jump out of his throat and clenched his fists unconsciously. Although nervous, nervous half to death; although awkward, awkward red in the face, but there is no conflict, and even secretly hope that this moment can last a little longer. But unfortunately,push back racking system, when the last trace of his pain disappeared, Randall retreated and did not make any extra stay. Jesse was a little disappointed, but when he looked up at the eyes, cold and transparent amber, long and deep mystery. The disappointment was suddenly washed away and replaced by the warmth that poured into his heart, he thought, that was touching. He threw his arms around Randall and buried half his face in his chest. After I met you, I lost my sight first, and then two days ago. To be honest, I happened to think that you might be my evil star. Now I know that you are actually my angel. He gave a low laugh, feeling that such a thoughtless statement was a bit touchy, but then he stopped laughing and said hesitantly, “But don't angels have heartbeats?” He raised his face to Randal, which was still undulating, except for a slight frown. “I am not an angel.” Randall gave this answer. That.. What are you? Jessie asked. “What do you think?” Randall asked in reply. “I think..” Jesse thought hard, “You have no body temperature, radio shuttle racking ,heavy duty cantilever racks, no heartbeat, so you …” Is it a ghost? This answer is the most logical, although he is not quite sure. “Are you afraid?” Randall narrowed his eyes slightly, which was tantamount to indirectly affirming Jesse's statement. Jesse froze for a moment and shook his head. “No, of course not.” “Why not?” And still, of course not. “Well, I don't know about that.” Jesse touched the back of his head and pursed his lips, a little embarrassed to find the words. Maybe it's because the first time I saw you, I already thought you were very different. Although I can't say exactly what it was, I just thought you were very special. You were different from others. It seems that no matter what happens to you, it is not surprising. And, most of all, you didn't hurt me, and you even went to rescue me, so why should I be afraid of you? He asked in reply, but in fact it was a question that did not need to be answered. Randal knew, of course, so he did not answer, nor did he ask anything else. He gazed into Jessie's eyes, which never seemed to cast a shadow, always looking at him so brightly and firmly at any time. No matter how the body changes, the soul will not change. Now that he has recovered, there is no need to be hospitalized again. 」 Jesse rubbed his hands together and suddenly jumped out of bed. “Go home, go home, let's go home!” 「……」 Chapter 6 Monica was about to leave the house when Jessie got home. Monica screamed at the sight of Jessie, her eyes almost popping out of her eyes, but Jessie stopped her before she could ask. Don't ask. I'll explain to you another day. Anyway, I'm all right. If you want to go out to play, you can go out to play. If you want to rest, you can rest. I'll go back to my room first. That's it. Without waiting for Monica to react, Jesse dragged Randall up to the second floor and into his bedroom. He sat Randall in the chair in front of the computer, his bed at the table, and he sat cross-legged on the bed. “Well, now that you're here, you don't mind talking to me more.” He clapped his hands and said straight to the point, “You've told me your identity, so can you tell me a little more about you, for example, your age, and your..” Actual age, and.. Cause of death? No, no, don't ask. It's too sensitive. Besides, it's not absolutely important. “Tell me whatever you want to tell me. I want to know.” He said, clasping his hands together and making a gesture of “please.”. “My age?” Randall raised his eyebrows slowly, and it had to be said that Jesse's curious baby state was a little silly, ridiculous and cute. “What do you think?” He threw the answer to Jesse to guess. “Um..” Jesse cocked his neck. “Twenty-five?” “Almost.” Actually, it's two years older, but it doesn't matter. What about the actual age? How many years have you actually spent in this world? “I don't remember.” Year after year,shuttle rack system, perhaps it will be calculated, but century after century, who would like to deliberately remember? I don't remember.. Is that a long time? Jesse thought for a moment. “I heard the man in the mask call you a count. Is that an ancient thing?” Randall was noncommittal.