......The hand he originally wanted to put on Ethan's shoulder passed through Ethan's body without any hindrance.
Noah stared at his translucent fingertips and laughed: "...By the way, I'm already dead."
He placed his hands on the edge of the pit and tightened his fingers. Fine threads of soil slid down to the bottom of the pit, covering the white bones with a thin layer of dust.
But after a moment, a hand slowly passed through his palm and overlapped it to cover it.
Noah lowered his head: "......What are you doing?"
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