How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

As she watched her belongings being picked out one by one and placed together, Hongli couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

It wasn't until now that she fully realized she was really leaving the home she had lived in since birth.

No matter how close her new home is to this place, it won't change the fact that she has to leave.

Suddenly, Hongli felt as if she had really grown up, and the things she had longed for as a child seemed to have become a reality.

A sense of melancholy inexplicably arose in my heart. Growing up, I gained a lot, but I also lost many precious things that can never be recovered.

At this moment, Hongli, like Heiyang, suddenly realized that her childhood was gone, and many people and things had disappeared as she grew up, lost along with her lost childhood.

The old lady who sold juice, the old teacher, and even the naive and innocent little Hongli have all quietly disappeared from her life.

Not all farewells are heartbreaking.

Sometimes, without realizing it, we say goodbye to someone forever, and often it's only much later—perhaps many years later—that we recall that person and that event, or we simply forget it altogether.

Hongli's nose felt a little sore, and she suddenly had an urge to turn around and throw herself into her mother's arms and cry.

Xiao Li told her mother that she didn't want to be independent and didn't want to go to the new house. She wanted to continue living with her parents here.

It's as if by doing this, time can be reversed, and she can become the carefree child she once was.

Ultimately, Hongli suppressed this impulse, because this was the future she hoped for.

Just as returning home requires saying goodbye to friends from the Five Elements Sect, welcoming a hopeful future also requires saying goodbye to some things.

"what happened?"

A warm hand rested on Hongli's head, and her mother's gentle voice, just like when she was a child, instantly dispelled much of her sorrow.

"Hmm, let Mom guess."

Lan Yuying smiled and said, "My Xiaoli suddenly doesn't want to leave anymore and wants to continue living at home, right?"

"Mom, can't you let me keep some secrets?"

Hongli smiled helplessly, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Actually, it's nothing. I just suddenly realized how silly I was when I was little, actually looking forward to growing up."

"Hmm, hmph hmph hmph..."

Lan Yuying suddenly grinned mischievously and ruffled her daughter's hair into a mess.

"Don't be sad. We've all been this silly before. Come back whenever you want, and stay as long as you like."

"Oh, I know, I know."

Hongli let her mother mess up her hair, but then her mother helped her comb it again, and somehow produced a hair tie and comb, leading her to the mirror.

"To be honest, I don't know what's wrong with me lately..."

Hongli let her mother fiddle with her head without any resistance, sighing as she said, "I wasn't this sentimental before."

"This proves that you've grown up and started to think about things you wouldn't have thought about before."

"But I didn't intentionally think that way. I just want to be happy."

"Not caring doesn't mean you won't think about it. As long as you live in this world, you have to interact with it."

"I don't want to communicate with the world."

"Who would you like to talk to? Is it okay if it's your parents or other elders?"

"My parents are definitely okay... Besides the elders, Xiaoyun and the others count too, but the one I want most is Heiyang. I feel like I could talk to him endlessly."

Whether it's idle chatter, serious discussion, or even feigned anger and arguing, it's all quite interesting.

"That's it..."

Lan Yuying laughed teasingly, "It seems our Xiao Li has completely become a prisoner of love, and there's no escaping her!"

"Ugh...Wh...what is it?!"

Hongli's face flushed slightly as she muttered softly.

"I... I want to, is that not allowed? Who would want to run away!"

"I know, I know."

Lan Yuying chuckled softly and placed her hand on Hong Li's shoulder.

"What do you think? Is it nice?"

"what……"

Hongli looked at the girl with a single ponytail in the mirror, shook her head, and the ponytail swayed along with her.

"Mom, you know I have absolutely no sense of style when it comes to hair and clothes..."

Hong Li sighed and said helplessly, "I only have two requirements for them: convenience and comfort. That's enough."

As for aesthetics and fashion, those are simply not even considered!

"Then take another look."

Lan Yuying squeezed her daughter's shoulder with some dissatisfaction: "Look carefully, look at it seriously, look with your heart. Doesn't Xiaoli think that when she changes her look occasionally, it gives people a refreshing feeling?"

"Uh……"

Hong Li looked at her expressionless reflection in the mirror with her pale red eyes, and shook her head helplessly.

"No, I can't see anything wrong with it at all, it just feels a little strange..."

Oh well, I don't see myself around much anyway, so there's no need for all this trouble!

"Eh!"

Hongli received a light slap on the head. Her mother said in a tone of exasperation, "Dressing up isn't just for yourself; it's for others to see too!"

"Give it to who?!"

Hong Li frowned, looking aggrieved.

"If you can't even see it yourself, why should you show it to others?"

"Who are you trying to show this to?"

"Ah this..."

Hong Li was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening.

"Hei, Hei Yang? Dress up for him?"

"uh-huh."

Lan Yuying nodded, a longing expression on her face, and smiled, "You two are clearly a beautiful girl and a handsome boy. Yiyi and I have always wanted to dress you up beautifully and see you two shining together. Just thinking about it makes me feel that the scene is wonderful, right?"

"Hey, you've been exposed! The only ones you think are worthy are yourselves!"

Hong Li sighed, shrugged, and revealed a confident expression: "As for Hei Yang, no matter what style I have, he will like me. There's no need for me to dress up deliberately!"

"Hmph, so what if Yiyi and I want to see it?"

Lan Yuying snorted and went straight to the point: "What's wrong with wanting to dress up my own children nicely?"

At this point, Lan Yuying became somewhat displeased.

While other mothers can dress their daughters up beautifully every day, hers only has a lazy little bug burying itself under the covers.

"Your mother bought you so many pretty clothes!"

Lan Yuying pinched her daughter's face in annoyance, extremely angry.

"Dresses, floral dresses, flowing skirts, cocktail dresses... and even beautiful cheongsams that are said to have come from other places!"

As a result, you refuse to wear any of them and bury them all in the closet. Wow, do you know how wasteful that is?

Think of those poor children who can't even afford new clothes for the New Year. Aren't you ashamed of your behavior?

“Ahh…”

Hongli was used to having her face pinched and her head shaken around, and she was too lazy to resist at all.

"But, but that wasn't what I wanted to buy! Mom made the decision on her own... Ugh... Ugh..."

"..."

"Boom"

With a muffled thud, a large box was placed in front of Hongli.

Lan Yuying gave a soft hum and opened the locked box. A special herbal fragrance wafted out – it was used to prevent moisture and insect infestation.

Then came a pile of brightly colored and beautiful clothes, some of which were even sparkly, almost blinding Hongli.

“Every year during Chinese New Year, your mother will pick out a few new clothes for you, thinking of showing you off to our relatives.”

Lan Yuying looked up with longing at the bubbles in the air.

"Oh my, whose daughter is this? She's so beautiful!"

"Xiao Li is just like her mother; they're both very beautiful."

"I really envy Yu Ying, she has such a beautiful and lovely daughter..."

"Oh ho ho ho..."

Listening to the praise from her relatives and friends, and seeing their envious yet forced smiles, Lan Yuying couldn't help but laugh out loud, reveling in the compliments from the beautiful women.