"Are you a human or a ghost?" Sierra Moore clenched her fists and cautiously took two steps closer.

The boy spat at her, "You are the ghost and all your family, humph!"

His counterattack left Sierra Moore speechless.

Could she tell him that her entire family was indeed ghosts!

The boy clearly realized that he had gone a little overboard. He curled his lips and said, "What an idiot. Can't you see the shadow of such a big person on the ground?"

"Eh?" Sierra Moore took a closer look and found that it was true.

Since he had a shadow, he was not a ghost. If he was a human, there was no need to be afraid. Sierra Moore slowly relaxed and lowered her head to look for her flashlight.

The moonlight above her head was thin. With the help of this faint light, she could see that this person was wearing a middle school student uniform. In addition to that, there was a schoolbag on his back. He looked like a delinquent who had skipped class.

Sierra Moore quickly found the flashlight. Unfortunately, it was broken from the fall just now. She patted it twice. The light bulb was sometimes good and sometimes bad. It disappeared after a few flashes.

This time, it had completely fallen into darkness.

Without the flashlight in her hand, the cemetery was pitch black, making it even more sinister and terrifying.

However, since she had already come this far, there was nothing to be afraid of. Sierra Moore no longer cared about this youth. She relied on her memories to find her aunt's tombstone. Coincidentally, it was right next to him.

For some reason, she had a strange feeling in her heart. She always felt that this youth was very fated with her, so she foolishly said to him, "Hey, what a coincidence!"

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Who are you here to pay your respects to?" The young man ignored her, but he asked curiously.

This kid's voice didn't sound very loud, but his words were so old-fashioned, which made Sierra Moore feel very interested. She said to him, "I came to see my aunt and uncle."

The young man let out an "oh" and stopped talking. He just sat there and watched her kneel in front of the grave. She was softly muttering to the tombstone.

What she said was nothing else other than that she was living a good life. She was telling them not to worry about her. The boy thought that her appearance was extremely silly.

Sierra Moore's parents left early. At that time, she was still young and had no memory at all. On the contrary, she lived with her aunt longer.

In those years, her aunt treated her very well and had always treated her like her own daughter. She doted on Sierra Moore very much.

Thinking that when her aunt left, she was not by her side, Sierra Moore felt regretful.

A few years ago, she dreamed of the scene of her aunt leaving at night. That kind of despair made her want to die and she almost collapsed.

However, regret could only be regret and could not be redeemed.

"Aunt, I'm doing very well right now, but I haven't seen my younger brother. I wonder if he's doing well right now," Sierra Moore said softly, kneeling beside the tombstone.

Her eyes were filled with tears, so she stopped and sniffed, her voice hoarse as she spoke.

She said, "Uncle, I know that you have never liked me. Actually, I don't like you either, so we are even now."

"But don't worry. Although I don't like you, I really like my aunt and my younger brother. I promised my aunt that I would take care of him, but I am too stupid. I can't even take care of myself."

"I know that woman is Clarison's mother. She will definitely take good care of him, but I am still a little worried. I am worried that if she gets married, what if that man bullies Clarison?"

"What if they have their own children in the future and don't dote on our Clarison?"

The more Sierra Moore thought about it, the more worried she became. She couldn't help but cry.

"If he is not doing well right now, what will you do?"

Sierra Moore had always been slow to react. Facing this sudden voice, she actually did not find it strange. Instead, she followed his words.

"If he's not doing well, then I'll bring him over. I'm just worried that if I really find him in the future, will he remember me and recognize me as his sister? After all, we are not related by blood."

At this point, Sierra Moore did not realize that something was wrong. She gently wiped the photo on the tombstone, "Aunt, I am leaving. In the future, I may not be able to see you for a long time."

"Where are you going?"

This time, Sierra Moore finally realized that something was wrong. She covered her fragile heart and turned to look at the young man next to her. "Um, are you talking to me?"

"What else?" The young man asked in a rough voice, "Hey, let me ask you, are your words true?"

"What words?" Sierra Moore asked in confusion.

There was a hint of anticipation in the teenager's voice. A pair of eyes were staring at her from the dark. "It's what you said to the people in this tomb."

"Of course." Sierra Moore nodded. Just as she was about to ask him why he was asking this, someone suddenly pounced on her, scaring her so much that she almost couldn't help but cry out.

"Hey, you have to keep your word!"

The young man held her neck and spoke in a choked voice.

Sierra Moore was knocked dizzy by him and did not hear what he said clearly. But what she was most curious about now was why he was here at this time.

She thought to herself, "It can't be that he was forgotten by his family when he came to sweep the tomb during the day, right?"

Sierra Moore tried to push the young man on her. "Well, I say, little brother! It's so late and you still don't go home. Aren't you afraid that your parents will be worried?"

The young man's arms were very strong, and he could not get up from her arms. He said in a muffled voice, "They won't worry about me. They will only worry about their money."

Why did these words sound sour?

Sierra Moore could actually understand the mentality of this teenager. Children at his age were very sensitive and always liked to think about things as if they were abandoned by the world.

Thinking of her little brother who had no fate with her, Sierra Moore felt her heart soften. She patted his shoulder and said, "How could that be? How could there be parents who don't dote on their children?"

The teenager was unhappy. He shook his head hard in her arms. "I don't listen. I don't like them at all. I hate them."

Sierra Moore did not expect that her words would make him so agitated. She quickly said, "Alright, alright, alright. I won't say it. Don't use force. My neck is about to be snapped by you."

The young man let go of Sierra Moore's neck and looked at her with his big eyes. He asked, "I heard what you said just now. So, Sis, I'll let you raise me in the future!"

The hand that was rubbing her neck suddenly froze. Sierra Moore blinked twice and her body did not move. She was obviously scared silly. After a long time, she remembered what she had heard.

She swallowed her saliva carefully and said with a flattering smile, "You? It can't be such a coincidence that your surname is also Su, right?"

The young man nodded. Sierra Moore still did not give up and asked him, "What is your name?"

The young man grinned and revealed a harmless smile. "My name is Clarison Moore Quinn. The character Su is the same as that from Suzhou! Sis, I heard everything you said just now!"

Su Che used to be called Clarison Quinn when he was with his mother. When he came to the Moore Famiy, he changed his surname to Su. Now, his name had both characters including Qin and Su.

Looking at the tender face in front of her, Sierra Moore was completely stunned. She was not sure if she had encountered a ghost. Otherwise, how could she meet an acquaintance in the middle of the night when she came to sweep the tomb?

"Sis, are you too happy to see me?" The young man asked, waving his hand mischievously.

Sierra Moore finally came back to her senses. Looking at the expectant expression on the young man's face, she laughed dryly and said, "Hehe, I am too happy. What a coincidence."

"Sis, I'm happy too." The young man said, feeling satisfied and pouncing to hold her in his arms.

When she entered the cemetery, she was alone, but when she went out, there were two people. Especially in this kind of place, it was really easy to make people fantasize.

When the old grave keeper saw Clarison Moore Quinn, he was shocked. Sierra Moore explained, "This is my younger brother. I'm sorry to trouble you."

This explanation was really hard to believe. The old grave keeper when this person entered.

When they came out of the cemetery, Clarison Moore Quinn looked at the suitcase in Sierra Moore's hand. His eyes were bright, and he finally found a common topic with her. "Sister, so you also ran away from home!"

"So you ran away from home." Sierra Moore looked at the young man in front of her speechlessly. His body, which had just been growing, was still very thin, and he was wearing a school uniform that was obviously much bigger.

After all, it was wrong to run away from home. Sierra Moore was about to criticize him for doing something wrong, but her stomach suddenly growled. She only ate a sandwich all day long and her stomach was already starving.

This embarrassed look made Sierra Moore blush. Although it was in front of her brother, she still felt very embarrassed, but she was really hungry!

Seeing that she was clutching her stomach, Clarison Moore Quinn gave a very unkind laugh. Then, he untied the schoolbag behind him. The zipper was pulled open, and the schoolbag was actually filled with snacks.

"Sis, eat some bread first. If you're thirsty, in my schoolbag, there's still something to drink." Clarison Moore Quinn said as he flipped through his schoolbag, taking bread out from it and presenting her the bread as though he presented a treasure.

Bread, mineral water, milk, biscuits, egg yolk pastry.

Seeing him take out all kinds of snacks from the schoolbag, Sierra Moore was silent and rubbed his head hard. She thought to herself, "This kid doesn't seem to have run away from home. He is actually traveling!"

The road down the mountain was very long, but with another person by her side, Sierra Moore suddenly felt very at ease.

She suddenly remembered the woman she saw at the coffee shop that day. She should not have seen it wrongly that day!

"Clarison, why did you run away from home? Did your mother know that you came here?" Sierra Moore turned her head to ask him.

"Of course, she didn't know. I took a taxi directly from school to here." Clarison Moore Quinn frowned.

Speaking of this, the young boy had a prideful look on his face. "She thought she could find someone to stand guard at the school gate. Hehe, I climbed over the wall. It would be weird if her people could catch me!"

Sierra Moore was surprised at his words, thinking to herself, "That woman actually sent someone to look after her son!" So the question came, "Are you not her biological son?"

Clarison Moore Quinn rolled his eyes and said in a mature tone, "I hope not."

Hearing this, Sierra Moore was suddenly stunned.

She looked at the luggage in her left hand and looked at the young man who had just reached the growth spurt in her right hand. Then, spectacularly, she found that she seemed to have no way out.