In the room next to where the grim reapers were having their meeting…
"Liu Lingling…" Huo Ling muttered, his brows scrunched and the corner of his lips were pulled down as he dreamed. He dreamed of his first meeting with Liu Lingling. It was not long after his mother died.
"Huo Ling." Harry Jackson called. To honor Huo Ning – his wife and Huo Ling's mother, Harry calls Huo Ling in his Chinese name privately. Harry has a brown and wavy hair which Huo Ling inherited, but his eyes were chocolate brown compared to Huo Ling's light brown amber eyes.
"Yes?" Huo Ling, who is sixteen years old, weakly answered. His head hung on his neck. He is still saddened for the passing of his mother.
"This person… I want you to meet." Harry said as they entered the elevator.
"Who is he?" Huo Ling asked.
Harry pressed the '6' button and the elevator doors closed. "A… friend." He answered.
