Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

Xia Tong led Shadow Chun and Shadow Red Rain along the park path, glancing around as a sense of unease arose in her heart.

This park isn't that big, is it? Where could a person possibly run off to?

Shadow Camellia floated gracefully beside him, reverting to her usual aloof queenly demeanor, only occasionally glancing to the other side.

On the other side, An Ying Hong Yu stood close to Xia Tong, and she would occasionally steal a glance at An Ying Chun before quickly looking away.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the fragrance of peach blossoms, but there seemed to be some strange noises mixed in with it.

Ok?

Xia Tong paused, listening intently.

"...Waaah... An'an, are you alright? How's Kukuru?"

"...I'm fine, Qianhan, don't move! Your arm...it's scraped and bleeding!"

The intermittent, choked, and anxious voices of young girls, mixed with faint gasps, came from behind a bush on the right front.

Those were the voices of my older sister and Qian Han.

Xia Tong frowned, then quickened her pace to walk around the bushes, but the scene before her—

On the grass beside the path, Xia An'an was wearing a camellia dress that had been transformed from the essence of the camellia, but she looked somewhat disheveled at the moment.

She knelt beside Qian Han, her cheeks smeared with ash and her hair disheveled. One hand rested on Qian Han's shoulder as she sat on the grass, while the other hand held Qian Han's hand tightly.

Qian Han's current situation is visibly bad.

Qian Han sat on the grass. Her usually neat school uniform was now covered in mud and grass clippings, and there were obvious signs of friction and tearing on her clothes. She also had many abrasions on her body, which were bleeding.

Although Qian Han's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, he still endured the pain and tried his best to give Xia An'an a gentle smile.

She even whispered comforting words, "An'an, don't worry, it's just a scrape, it's nothing..."

Not far from Xia An'an's feet, Kukuru lay on the grass with his eyes closed.

A noticeable small bump had appeared on his forehead. His small body remained motionless, with only the slight rise and fall of his chest proving that he was still alive.

Xia Tong strode forward, her gaze quickly sweeping over the three of them before finally settling on Qian Han's arm.

He squatted down, reached out, and grasped Qian Han's other free hand.

Well, thankfully, although it looks scary, it's just some superficial injuries and nothing serious has been done.

After checking that Qian Han didn't have any major problems, Xia Tong turned to ask, "What happened?"

"Xiaotong..."

Xia An'an looked up, saw her younger brother, and her eyes immediately reddened. Her voice was full of self-blame and regret.

"We...we encountered the Peach Blossom Fairy Queen. Kukuru and I wanted to capture her, but we guessed her name wrong...and then suddenly a strong wind blew us all away. I'm fine, Kukuru was knocked unconscious, but Qianhan..."

She couldn't continue speaking; looking at Qian Han's wound, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Is that so..."

While listening to Xia An'an's words, Xia Tong channeled her magic into Qian Han's right hand to alleviate her pain.

Qian Han felt a warm current flow into her palm, and the burning pain in her body miraculously lessened, and her wounds seemed to be healing.

She looked at Xia Tong in surprise, opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word; her eyes were filled with pure shock and disbelief.

At this moment, the two Shadow Elf Kings who had been quietly following behind Xia Tong also floated over.

Shadow Chun glanced at Qian Han, then looked at Xia Tong, said nothing, and simply crossed her arms, floating a little further away.

However, the reaction of Shadow Red Rain was much more complex.

Her gaze first fell on Xia Tong and Qian Han's clasped hands.

But then, her gaze shifted to Qian Han's wound, and slowly swept over the disheveled Xia An'an and the unconscious Kukuru...

—It was them, the ones "I" had met before.

Shadow Red Rain's eyes were fixed on the scrapes and bloodstains.

Her hands clenched unconsciously, her gaze fixed on Xia Tong's face, afraid of seeing blame or dissatisfaction towards "herself" on her best friend Xia Tong's face.

Meanwhile, Xia An'an, standing to the side, lowered her head, her hands unconsciously clenching her skirt, and murmured to herself, her voice filled with helplessness:

"What should I do... I got the name wrong, Qian Han is injured, and even Kukuru is... Am I really useless...?"

"sister,"

Xia Tong's voice interrupted her self-blame.

He looked at Xia An'an, his mind clear, and asked a crucial question: "Why didn't you call Chun out?"

My sister didn't know what to do, but surely Chun knows what to do?

Xia An'an was taken aback by his words, as if she had been reminded, and suddenly looked up: "That's right! How could I have forgotten about that!"

Her eyes lit up again, and she hurriedly picked up the magic wand that had rolled to the side, holding it tightly in her hand.

Take a deep breath, try to calm your racing heart, and then raise your magic wand:

"Great Popula Flower Goddess, I summon you in the name of Xia An'an, the Flower Fairy Magic Messenger—"

A soft light emanated from the tip of the magic wand.

"—Come out, Tsubaki!"

Then, the light faded, and the Camellia Fairy King Chun hovered in mid-air, her gentle gaze falling on Xia An'an.

"An'an, what's wrong...?"

Chun was speaking when her attention was drawn to the shadowy figure, Kurenai, who exuded a dark aura.

What's going on here?! That's... Red Rain?

Meanwhile, Chun also caught a glimpse of another Shadow Elf King out of the corner of her eye.

And... "me"?!

Chun's clear eyes widened slightly.

"Tsubaki!"

At this moment, Xia An'an's urgent call, choked with sobs, pulled her back from her shock.

Chun gave An Ying Chun a deep look, then glanced at An Ying Hong Yu, who had a strange expression, and temporarily suppressed her many questions.

No, now is not the time to explore these things.

She flew lightly to Xia An'an, regaining her usual gentleness.

"Tsubaki, quickly check on Qianhan's condition!"

Xia An'an, as if grasping at a straw, pointed to Qian Han sitting on the grass, "She's bleeding a lot... Do you have any way to save her?"

Upon hearing this, Chun flew closer to Qian Han, her gaze sweeping over Qian Han's entire body.

After a moment, she gently shook her head, a hint of apology on her face indicating her inability to help.

"I'm sorry, An'an, I... can't do anything about it."

"How could this be...?"

The light in Xia An'an's eyes dimmed instantly. "Even you, Lian Chun... can't do anything about it?"

"Each Flower Fairy King has its own fixed abilities and responsibilities."

Chun patiently explained, trying to make Xia An'an understand that it wasn't that she was unwilling, but that she couldn't, "My attribute is wind and snow. Healing physical injuries... that's not my power."

Xia An'an's eyes clearly became panicked:

"W-Wait, isn't there a Flower Fairy King specifically responsible for healing? Can we hurry up and find one? Qianhan, she..."

As the topic was being steered further and further off course, a calm voice broke in, tinged with a helpless grumble, cutting off the increasingly distant train of thought.

"Seriously, it's just a scrape, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

Xia Tong looked up at her older sister and Chun, who was looking very serious. "We still need to find a 'healing' type, which feels a bit... a waste of talent."

He released Qian Han's hand.

At this moment, the wound on Qian Han's arm, which was being held by Xia Tong, had mostly healed, leaving only a faint red mark.

"Because the human body has a strong self-healing ability. Therefore, you don't need any profound power, just something like this—"

As she said this, Xia Tong grabbed Qian Han's hand again, and a faint light flashed in her hand.

"Just inject a little magic to stimulate her natural recovery. See?"

The red marks on Qian Han's arm began to fade until they disappeared completely.

Qian Han looked down at her perfectly healed arm and touched it with her other hand.

"It really is, completely healed, as if I was never injured at all. It's amazing..."

Qian Han gently moved her arms, her face filled with incredible joy.

Xia Tong nodded, then turned her gaze to Xia An'an.

"Sis, why don't you try it yourself?"

"I?"

Xia An'an pointed to herself, her face a mixture of confusion and hesitation. "I...can I do it? I can't..."

"Relax, relax, just a little magic is enough, since this area is still a bit injured. But don't inject too much."

Xia Tong pointed to the wound on Qian Han's leg, then made a "trace amount" gesture, "Just like fertilizing plants, a little bit is enough, too much will 'burn the seedlings'."

Anyway, there are so many people here who know magic, nothing will happen. It's a good opportunity for my sister to practice her skills.

Xia An'an looked at Qian Han, whose eyes were gentle, then at her calm younger brother, took a deep breath, cheered herself up, and repeated Xia Tong's words.

"Okay! I'll try! Just a little bit, just a tiny bit!"

She walked up to Qian Han and carefully knelt down.

Qian Han gave her a trusting smile and gently moved her injured leg closer to her.

"It's okay, An'an, I believe in you."

Encouraged by her good friend, Xia An'an stretched out her hands and awkwardly hovered them above Qian Han's knee wound, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Then--

Xia An'an suddenly stopped moving.

She remained in that position, the tense expression on her face gradually replaced by a pure bewilderment.

A few seconds later, she turned her neck stiffly towards Xia Tong, blinked, and blurted out:

"Um... how exactly do I 'inject' magic into it?"