My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 143 She's definitely not me

Xia Li paused mid-sentence, then murmured, "Song Che, is it because of me that you've become so closed off—I've been making things difficult for you, it's because of me—"

"No, it's not you, it's my own problem." Song Che forced a smile. "I've actually figured it out, but the pain is unavoidable. If this problem isn't solved, it will remain a problem. I'm very worried about the future, but I'm no longer afraid of it coming. It's just that the dream I just had—or rather, maybe it wasn't a dream—is bothering me. That wicked woman claimed that she was you, and I—can't believe that she really is you."

"————Bad woman, it's me————" Xia Li looked puzzled. "I'm not bad. I didn't hit Tao Xiang, nor did I force them to do anything."

"I know, that's why I said she wasn't you, although—" Song Che thought of the wicked woman's face, the face shrouded in mist—

She does indeed resemble Xia Li.

Even the scars couldn't conceal Xia Li's appearance, or her striking blue eyes.

The main question is, why does she have so many scars on her face? Why doesn't she break down living alone? What is supporting her? If she really is Xia Li, then why can there be two Xia Lis here at the same time?

Song Che wanted to deny that she was Xia Li, but his intuition told him that the bad woman—might really be Xia Li.

Xia Li experienced loneliness once again. In the future she left behind, she was bullied and her face was scratched. Her future life had no Song Che, no Bruce, and no uncles or aunts. In fact, there was no humanity left in the future.

Song Che fell silent.

"Does she look like me?" Xia Li paused. "I remember Tao Xiang said that her face was covered by mist—if you can't see her face, you probably can't confirm her identity either."

"I saw her. She looks just like you, but she has injuries on her face."

"She looks like me, so maybe—" Xia Li suddenly became unsure. Just because they look alike could mean it's an illusion. Bad women can use illusions, so it would be easy for them to deceive Song Che. Xia Li said, "Are there any other characteristics? Do you remember that she can use illusions? Maybe this is just her trap. Besides, I hate that woman. I can't be that kind of person, constantly plotting in your dreams, even hurting you."

Xia Li thought about it and felt that the bad woman couldn't be her. The bad woman in the dream had tried to kill Song Che, and she would never do that. She would not let Song Che die.

So she came to a conclusion.

The wicked woman used illusion magic to deceive Song Che.

Song Che has been through a lot lately, and with the pressure of the college entrance exam, she accidentally fell into a trap. This wicked woman must have a secret to hide. She has to stop that woman and prevent her from hurting Song Che again.

Song Che took a bite of the breakfast Xia Li had made and recalled the details, "I remember she was wearing a tattered veil, so tattered that it was almost unrecognizable as a veil. She wasn't wearing shoes, and she was wearing a dress, which was also very tattered. She was carrying a forbidden magic book, which was very thick and unlike any other magic book. That book probably contained all the forbidden magic—or rather, I'm not sure, but the book was thick enough to contain a much larger number of spells, more than all the forbidden magic combined. And then she had another one—"

Song Che looked down at the bowl in his hand.

"What else is there?" Xia Li asked.

"There's also a little yellow book, which is—you know what I mean." Song Che didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and took a sip of porridge. "You should know what I mean, right?"

"I—" Xia Li paused, "I—I should only know a little bit."

"Anyway, that's it. It's a little yellow book, not very thick. The contents are roughly—" Song Che briefly described the cover and some of the contents he had seen. After he finished speaking, he noticed that Xia Li was pursing her lips.

"Let me make this clear first, I didn't insist on seeing it, I saw it by accident. I'm a very serious person." Song Che thought Xia Li was about to hit him again.

Little did they know, Xia Li was trying her best to hide her expression.

The more she listened, the more uneasy she felt.

This book—isn't it the one that was stolen last time!

That wicked woman, she planned this all along!

Xia Li nodded, completely agreeing with her guess. "She's not me. She must have used illusion magic."

"Illusion—that's possible." Song Che was very uncertain. Given that woman's strength, she wouldn't need such a trivial trick as illusion. Besides, even if she didn't use illusion, she was crying so sadly, and her movements and habits were very similar to Xia Li's.

While Song Che was distracted, Xia Li had already made up her mind. She had a very bad impression of this woman, and if she could find a way to meet her, she would definitely teach her a lesson.

Xia Li spoke up, "I remember you told me before that you always have the same dreams, and you might dream about her again tonight. Do you have a way to let me in too?"

"There shouldn't be any."

"Then let's go ask Tao Xiang, she knows where the bad woman is."

"Okay." Song Che planned to go find Tao Xiang after finishing his meal.

After finishing the meal, Song Che washed the dishes.

Xia Li stood to the side, took the washed bowl from her, dried it with a cloth, and put it in the dish rack.

"Shall we go straight there later?" Xia Li asked.

"Okay, let's go early." Song Che rinsed the last foam off the bowl. "Tao Xiang should be awake by now. Mom has a habit of eating breakfast, so she should be having breakfast with Mom right now."

Xia Li put the bowl down and wiped her hands. "You said she had injuries on her face, black hair, and she cried. Also—did she do anything else strange?"

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"Other strange things—" Song Che paused, suddenly remembering something, but couldn't speak, "She—"

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"What's wrong with her?" Xia Li could tell Song Che was hiding something. She moved closer, worried. "Did she try to kill you?"

"No, she—well, her lips just touched mine," Song Che explained. "That was her initiative; I didn't move."

"Their lips touched—that is," Xia Li's voice rose slightly, "—she kissed you!"

"I didn't do it voluntarily," Song Che explained.

Xia Li looked unwell; she seemed to want to kill that wicked woman right now.

"—Let's go find Momoka."

The two changed their clothes and went out. There weren't many people in the alley downstairs. An old lady was sitting at her door picking vegetables and nodded when she saw them.

After passing through the alley and going upstairs, Song Che knocked on the door, but no one answered.

I knocked a few more times, but there was still no response.

Xia Li peeked through the crack in the door. "Nobody here?"

"She's probably sleeping." Song Che took out his phone and called his mother.

It rang for a long time before being answered.

"Hey, Mom, open the door for me."

"Oh, you're here?" Zhang Shushu paused for a moment. "Your dad and I are in Taixi. We probably won't be back until noon. Taoxiang—she's probably still asleep."

"Alright then." Song Che said helplessly, "I'm fine too, I'll hang up now."

Song Che turned his head. "Mom and Dad are outside. Why don't we come at noon?"

Just then, a sound came from behind the door, and then the door was opened.

Tao Xiang stood at the door, her hair disheveled, wearing a T-shirt, her eyes half-closed. She glanced at Song Che, then at Xia Li.

"—Wait a minute, who are you guys?"

"Song Che".

"Ah, who is Song Che?!"

"Are you still half asleep?"

"Oh, it's Brother Song Che." Tao Xiang shuddered. "I just woke up, I'm still a little groggy."

"I have something to ask you."

"What is it?"

"About that bad woman."

"Didn't I already ask that last time?"

"Ask about other things this time..."

Song Che and Xia Li entered the room.

Several express delivery boxes were piled up at the door, the floor was clean, and there was a household registration book and some papers on the living room table.

Tao Xiang sat down in a chair. "Ask away, I'll tell you everything I know. Did that scoundrel come looking for trouble?"

"Yes," Song Che said, "she's appeared again."

"Again?" Momoka frowned. "Where?"

"In my dream."

Tao Xiang was taken aback. "You dreamt about her? She came to find you?"

"Yes." Song Che briefly recounted his dream from last night. When he mentioned the bad woman's face was injured and her hair had black streaks, Tao Xiang's expression didn't change much. But when he mentioned the bad woman kissing him, Tao Xiang glanced at Xia Li.

Xia Li's expression didn't change, but her eyes did.

"And then?" Momoka asked.

"Then I woke up," Song Che said. "After waking up, I realized that the bad woman—maybe wasn't the bad woman we thought she was."

"What do you mean?"

She claimed to be Xia Li.

Tao Xiang was stunned. She looked at Xia Li, then at Song Che, "You're saying she claims to be Xia Li?"

"right."

"How could that be?" Tao Xiang stood up and paced around the room. "Then why did she keep bothering me before? If she were Xia Li, why didn't she just tell you directly?"

"I don't know," Song Che said, "that's why I came to ask you."

Tao Xiang stopped and stared at him. "You think I've made a mistake?"

"No," Song Che said, "I wanted to ask you, when she was pestering you, did she say or do anything that could prove her identity?"

Tao Xiang sat back on the bed, frowning as she thought for a long time.

"She never spoke," Tao Xiang said. "She just wrote. Every time, she would write to bless gold coins," and then the pen would explode after she finished writing.

I asked her who she was, but she wouldn't write it down. I asked her what she wanted to do, but she still wouldn't write it down.

"That's all?"

"That's all." Momoka thought for a moment, "Oh right, once she stayed here for a long time, looking out the window the whole time."

I glanced at her secretly and saw that she was crying.

Song Che's heart skipped a beat.

"cry?"

"Yeah, there was no sound, just tears streaming down her face," Tao Xiang said. "I even thought to myself, is this woman sick? She's been bothering me and crying every day."

Xia Li, who was listening nearby, suddenly asked, "What was she like when she cried?"

"What was it like?" Taoxiang thought for a moment, "It was like—sitting there, looking out the window, tears streaming down her face. She didn't wipe them away, and she didn't make a sound."

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Xia Li didn't say anything; she wouldn't cry like that.

Tao Xiang looked at Song Che, then at Xia Li, "She—she came to see me recently, but after spending so much time with her, I still can't see what she looks like."

Song Che said, "She looks like Xia Li."

"Looks like her?" Momoka frowned. "I've never seen her face clearly; it's always obscured by fog."

"The fog cleared last night," Song Che said. "I saw it."

Tao Xiang was silent for a moment. "So you suspect that she is Xia Li? Then who is this Xia Li?"

She pointed at Xia Li.

Song Che didn't say anything.

Xia Li didn't say anything either.

The room fell silent. Suddenly, Tao Xiang stood up. "You all wait here."

She walked to the cabinet, rummaged around for a while, and finally found a box. The box was made of wood, and its surface was polished to a shine. She opened the box and took out a piece of paper.

"This was written when she first came to see me," Momoka said, handing over the paper. "I've kept it ever since."

Song Che took it and looked at it. There were a few words written on the paper, the handwriting neat and elegant—

"Blessing the gold coins, there's a comma after that."

Song Che stared at that comma for a long time. The way it was written was exactly the same as the woman in his dream.

He handed the paper to Xia Li. Xia Li took it, stared at it for a long time, and then looked up.

"This character—" Xia Li paused, "is somewhat similar to my handwriting."

Xia Li held the paper and looked at it again and again.

Tao Xiang leaned closer. "Does it look like it? To me, it's just a few words, I can't really tell anything."

"It's similar," Xia Li said, "but not completely similar."

She placed the paper on the table and lightly traced the writing with her finger. The way she wrote the comma and the character "开" did resemble her, but the strokes were softer, as if she hadn't written in a long time, and each stroke was written with effort.

Tao Xiang yawned. "Have you had breakfast yet? Auntie saved some good food, would you like some?"

"I just ate————"

"Okay, I'll eat by myself then." Tao Xiang wasn't under any pressure and happily ran off to find food.

Xia Li was still looking at that piece of paper.

"What did you figure out?" Song Che asked.

"No." Xia Li put down the paper. "I just feel—"

She paused, then didn't continue.

Tao Xiang came out carrying a bunch of snacks. It was clear that she was doing very well. Her mother treated her like her own daughter. With this kind of upbringing, Tao Xiang was bound to become a ball of fat in a few years.

Xia Li took a snack and ate it in small bites. After finishing, she looked at Tao Xiang and asked, "Has she been coming to see you lately?"

"Who? That wicked woman?" Tao Xiang thought for a moment, "She came once last week, just to write something, and then left."

"Write what?"

"It's the same thing again, consecrating the gold coins," Tao Xiang said. "After she finished writing, the pen exploded, and she left."

Xia Li nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After finishing their meal, Taoxiang cleared the plate and came back with a few oranges in her hand. "Auntie bought these. They're so sweet. You should try them."

Song Che took one, peeled it open, and handed half to Xia Li. Xia Li took it, broke off a piece, and put it in her mouth.

"Is it sweet?" Song Che asked.

"sweet."

Tao Xiang, who was watching from the side, suddenly laughed, "You two are really funny."

"What's interesting?" Song Che asked.

"Well—" Momoka thought for a moment, "it just looks pretty good."

Song Che didn't say anything, and peeled another orange.

After sitting for a while, Song Che stood up and said, "Then we'll head back now."

"Are you leaving already?" Tao Xiang asked. "Won't you stay a little longer?"

"No, I have things to do when I get back."

Tao Xiang saw them to the door, then suddenly remembered something, "Oh right, if that nasty woman comes again, I'll call you."