My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 152 This Love Should Be...

She had too many regrets. Normal reality is cruel, and that's just how it is. But thankfully, this time she was better. Song Che wouldn't fail the exam, wouldn't be sad alone, and wouldn't be trapped in the vortex of time blaming himself. Although he was still struggling with Xia Li's issues, he had bravely faced them and would walk firmly with Xia Li.

The bad woman is happy.

She also discovered her own problem.

She is Xia Li, but she is not Xia Li. She truly does not belong here. Even though she desperately wants to integrate into this place, or rather, to take Song Che away, after meditating here for more than a month, she cannot make up her mind to separate the two of them.

Moreover—she felt she couldn't separate the two of them.

Xia Li's resolve was unwavering.

She lied to her.

The reason she hasn't disappeared is because they have no causal relationship whatsoever. Everything she's doing now is entirely her own doing. In other words, she isn't Xia Li.

She wasn't a witch, nor was she human; she was simply—she was—

Who is she?

She was also confused.

She was questioning her own existence.

But she was so unwilling to accept it.

Hard work pays off, and there's nothing more gratifying than that.

Song Che has always believed that hard-working people should be rewarded.

So many people in the world work so hard and are so dedicated, yet they don't receive the recognition they deserve. He feels a sense of injustice.

But there was nothing we could do.

So he was lucky.

Hard work will eventually pay off.

It's a very difficult thing.

He's been thinking about whether or not to take the college entrance exam ever since he got back.

From childhood to adulthood, the most important lesson he learned was to constantly understand himself, but he could never truly understand that his strength and talent had reached their limit, and how he could ascend to the heavenly palace.

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he thinks.

Try to think.

But each effort yielded roughly the same result—neither particularly good nor particularly bad.

This time—it seemed someone had witnessed his hard work. Song Che had originally thought that achieving the same results as before would be good enough. But now he had exceeded expectations and reached the highest level he could reach.

Now that I think about it, are those people who can score 700 points still human?

Song Che was happy today, and he was happy to see Xia Li as well.

The first time he saw Xia Li, she hugged him tightly like a girl, rubbing against him.

Why was she so happy?

After processing the messages, Song Che lay down on the sofa.

Next comes volunteering.

Universities and majors.

He stayed in Nanhui to be with his parents and Xia Li.

Song Che had already made up his mind.

Xia Li was probably too happy, but didn't know how to express it, so she went to the refrigerator and started eating ice cream to cool herself down.

The wicked woman smiled and sat down next to Song Che, her every move composed, unlike Xia Li, who couldn't hide her excitement.

"Song Che, look what I have in my hand?"

The wicked woman held out her hand to Song Che. He turned his head and looked at it with a puzzled expression. He saw a wish card lying quietly in the wicked woman's hand, which said that one wish could be granted.

"This is—" Song Che paused, "...something I wrote?"

"Hmm, I've kept the one you gave me, so—can I use it now?" The wicked woman paused for the first time, which was unusual. "Me too—Xia Li, can't I use it?"

Song Che remembered this; Xia Li had given him a talisman before, and he had given this to Xia Li.

But he doesn't know how to resolve this wish card.

Logically speaking—

This matter cannot be handled according to reason; it is a special circumstance.

Xia Li came out with ice cream. "What are you talking about?"

Her gaze fell on the wicked woman's hand, and she took a bite of her ice cream, saying casually, "Oh, I have this too, but I haven't figured out how to use it."

"Hmm, I've figured out how to use it now." The wicked woman withdrew her hand. "I just want to grant you a small wish, and afterwards—I'll give you two gifts."

Song Che glanced at the wicked woman, then at Xia Li.

He suddenly realized that he was henpecked.

"Is it okay?" Song Che asked Xia Li.

"Sure," Xia Li said nonchalantly. "She said it was a small wish, and I have one too. If she makes any unreasonable requests, I'll just use this card to make up for it."

"For once, I've been smart," the wicked woman laughed. "I won't make any unreasonable demands."

"Okay." Song Che was ready. "Go ahead and say it."

"Just one more hug—" The bad woman paused for a long time, "Just one."

"Come on." Song Che was quite generous about this; a hug was nothing difficult.

He stood up, and the bad woman stood up too. They looked at each other for a moment, and Song Che took the initiative to stretch out his arms and gently hug her. The bad woman paused for a moment, and then put her arms around his shoulders, just like Song Che—gently.

She whispered something in my ear, her voice soft and almost choked with tears, "I'm here, it's all alright now, don't blame yourself."

Strange words rang in his ears, and fragments of memories that did not belong to him flashed through Song Che's mind.

He failed the college entrance exam, time was cut short, he blamed himself and gave up, and died in despair.

—It hurts so much.

Song Che felt his heart beat twice as fast in an instant.

The feeling of pain overwhelmed him.

The wicked woman added, "It's all alright now, Che. You tried your best, I saw it all."

The pain vanished instantly, along with those fragments of memory.

Song Che let go of the bad woman as usual, only realizing it later.

What just happened?

Ok.

None of it matters.

The future looks promising; it's a good start.

No need to overthink it, just move forward.

The wicked woman released him and sat back down in the seat next to him. "I said I would give you two gifts, but I can't tell you yet. As for the reason why I won't tell you—it's for the surprise."

"How surprising is it?" Song Che asked, intrigued.

"A big surprise."

"Okay, whatever it is, thank you in advance." Song Che felt very relaxed. "How about we go out for a meal today? You probably like fish too, right?"

"Well, but—let's skip it this time." The wicked woman actually rejected him.

"never mind?"

"Hmm, I have something to do today." A misty aura returned to the wicked woman's face. "Next time, I'll go with you next time. Forget about today, I have to go out."

"Okay." Song Che didn't press her. "Then you go ahead with your work."

"Before I leave, I'd like to hear one more thing from you to Xia Li."

"What did you say?"

"This love—should be as firm as a rock, unwavering and steadfast; and I should also be as firm as a rock, steadfast and unyielding."

"—It's so strange that you're suddenly saying something like that." Song Che rubbed his hair. "Say that to Xia Li? You sound like a matchmaker."

"Yes, telling Xia Li is the same as telling me." The wicked woman no longer hid her thoughts, because she knew that Song Che must have already figured it out.

That little scheme of hers.

I don't want to hide it anymore.

The wicked woman pleaded, "Can I have another wish, as a matter of my own whims?"

Song Che paused, then said, "This feeling is—"

"I want to take a shower." Xia Li wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Eating grilled fish in the summer is so hot."

"We'll be home soon." Song Che was also very hot.

"Good morning, Song Che."

"Good morning, what would you like to eat?"

"Good morning, Song Che!"

Good morning, Xia Li.

"morning!"

"Yes, good morning."

"Song Che, where did that wicked woman go?"

"It seems so."

Sunrise and sunset, wind rises and falls, the daily "good morning" message flows like water, blooming like fireworks in the mortal world and then disappearing.

Song Che finally understood why she said she couldn't have grilled fish this time—because she disappeared before nightfall.

She vanished without a trace; after she made two wishes, she left.

It was just an ordinary day.

There was no goodbye.

wrong.

That day's wish and gift was farewell.

However, he didn't realize it.

She—really is Xia Li.

Song Che felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, but Xia Li hugged him tightly, and his heart filled up again.

Two beating hearts complemented each other's chest cavities.

This feeling—should be as firm as a rock.

With unwavering resolve, she will continue on her path regardless of the ravages of time.

Is it because—she didn't live through the future she envisioned?

Did he abandon Xia Li?

I can't do anything.

Ok.

Song Che confirmed it to himself.

Yes, he was sure.

She is Xia Li, and this is something Xia Li would do.

She is confident, determined, brave, and strong.

He is hypocritical and weak, possessing all the flaws of humankind.

He will give up.

But she won't.

Everything she did, everything she did, was telling him.

Don't give up.

Song Che had always underestimated Xia Li's determination.

He likes Xia Li—but what was the reason again?

Do you need a reason to like someone?

do you need?

Unbeknownst to Song Che, his eyes welled up with tears; he was heartbroken.

He really is a soft-hearted person.

Some people will never grow up.

He and Xia Li were both children.

She also sees herself as a child.

Why are you crying?

"Because I was thinking of something happy."

"Shouldn't we smile when we're happy?" Xia Li tilted her head, looking exceptionally cute.

"Yes, I can smile." Song Che hugged Xia Li even tighter. "Tell me, between me and a rock, who is more steadfast?"

"You."

Congratulations, you got it right.

"You're holding me a little too tight." Xia Li was completely held in Song Che's arms, her feet off the ground, her toes dangling in the air.

"Yes, that's how determined I am."

Everything is alright now.

Song Che put Xia Li down, and suddenly his vision blurred.

Labels.

The label next to Xia Li disappeared.

He turned and glanced at Bruce.

The cat responded with a bark.

But he could no longer see those labels.

The bad woman left.

so----

Song Che cupped Xia Li's face in his hands, "You're really amazing."

"Yes, that's for sure." Xia Li felt there was nothing wrong with that statement; she was always confident.

"Tell me, between you and a rock, who is more steadfast?"

"I will be more determined than you."

"No, no, no, I'm more determined than you."

"Impossible, I'm more determined than you."

"Then I'll be twice as determined as you."

"I get three times as much."

"Four times."

"—Seven times!"

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I love it a hundred times more!

Damn it, this is an auction.

"Two hundred times!"

Snapped-

"You're so determined, enough already. Can you please stop hitting me when you get angry?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." Xia Li rubbed his head. "But we promised each other we'd be together forever. This was my fault, I shouldn't have hit you. But if you dare to like someone else, or abandon me, I—"

"Knock me to death?"

"I didn't say that."

"That's what you wanted to say, isn't it?"

"I didn't say that," Xia Li stubbornly insisted.

"Fine, go ahead and tap. That's all the fun you have." Song Che felt that her tapping really hurt, but it also felt very comfortable to rub.

It's okay to hit someone, just don't break their limbs and take care of them for the rest of their lives.

Song Che cupped Xia Li's face in his hands again. "Although, I still want to thank that bad woman. But now that she's gone, I'll thank you instead. You two are one person."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for making me realize that I am also an important person, and that my value lies in wanting to be with you."

"—Hmm." Xia Li paused, then suddenly said, "These things—weren't they—taught me first?"

"————Ah." Song Che was taken aback. "I think I did say that."

"So you don't know how, but you taught me first?" Xia Li shook her head. "That doesn't make sense."

"It doesn't make sense." Song Che shook his head as well. "Forget about the logic, these things don't matter. I'm more curious about what gift the bad woman gave us. Think about it, if it were you, what gift would you want to give us?"

Xia Li thought about it seriously for a few minutes, and finally said with great conviction, "—I have absolutely no idea!"

Xia Li is a girl next door who is gentle but not actually gentle, cunning but not actually cunning, and who doesn't hit people but doesn't actually hit them.

This is how she is now.

She chattered curiously at the fan, showing none of the aloofness one might expect from His Highness.

She completely unleashed her inner universe, along with a little devil, a little angel, a big idiot, a big bad guy, and a silly human-machine—etc.

In short, she's a young woman.

Beep beep beep—

The younger sister's phone rang.

Beep beep beep—

The younger sister answered the phone.

"Hey Xia Li, are you and Song Che home? I've booked a family trip for us. Let's pack and go have some fun these next few days!"

My mom's voice is full of energy.

"Ah, okay, I'll go tell Song Che."

Song Che, who was standing nearby, spoke up, "Mom, are you going to abandon the family shop?"

"The shop is open now, but there's no one here."

"Oh, okay—wait, where are you talking about this project?"

"Li City, I think the 'Li' in Xia Li's name is this one. It would be a shame not to go and have some fun."

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"So, where are you going for your trip, and how are you getting there?"

"High-speed rail, you silly child, why are you suddenly acting so silly? I definitely booked high-speed rail tickets, I can't expect you to walk there."

"So, you booked tickets for Xia Li too?"

"You silly child, if I don't book a ticket for Xia Li, she's going to walk there herself?"

"what?"

"Oh, right, Xia Li left her ID card with me last time. Luckily, Tao Xiang found it, otherwise it would have been a hassle to get a replacement."

"ah?

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"You silly child, what are you 'ah'ing about? Come here and take this thing back."

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Song Che remained silent until he hung up the phone.

Only Xia Li returned the gesture and said, "I've got it. If I'm giving you a gift, to avoid putting you in a difficult position, I'll definitely have to resolve the issue of my identity. The first gift a bad woman gives is her identity."