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

The four little ones huddled together on the bed—Shadow Mountain Dream, Clear Ripple, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, and Shadow Red Rain.

"What do you want to play?"

An Ying Hong Yu sat upright, her hands neatly placed on her lap, and asked very seriously.

Shadow Mountain Dream picked up the tablet that was placed to the side. The screen was still lit up, showing a mini-game that she had just completed.

"We can teach Chengyi to read! Or we can play games! I was just playing this with the Ninth Prince!"

She held up the tablet and waved it around, her deep purple-red eyes sparkling.

Located to the other side of Chengyi, the Ninth Prince of Dark Shadows was observing Dark Shadow Red Rain's every move with great interest. Upon hearing this, he smiled and said:

"Oh dear, I've been acting as Shanmeng's little teacher these past few days."

An Ying Shan Meng turned her head, her silver-white twin tails swaying, a serious expression on her face:

"Because Chengyi needs to learn! And she learns very quickly, so teaching her isn't tiring at all!"

Chengyi, who had been curiously watching Dark Shadow Red Rain, nodded in agreement upon hearing this, responding softly:

"Yes, Sister Shanmeng teaches well."

"Shanmeng...Sister?"

An Ying Shan Meng paused for a moment, then a bright smile spread across her face. "Cheng Yi called me 'sister'! Did you hear that? She called me 'sister'!"

She hugged Chengyi tightly, "Chengyi is such a good girl!"

Chengyi was a little dazed by her hug, but she still reached out her little hand and gently patted An Ying Shan Meng's back.

Seeing this, Shadow Lord Nine Thousand Years Old extended a finger and gently tapped Cheng Yi's forehead:

"Little one, you learn pretty fast. Do you know what you should call me?"

Chengyi blinked, looked at her intently, and then tilted her head:

"Nine thousand years old?"

"..."

The smile of the Ninth Prince of Shadows froze for a moment.

"Not calling me 'sister'?"

"But... a nine-thousand-year-old is still a nine-thousand-year-old."

Chengyi's expression was innocent and naive; she had no idea what she had said wrong.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream chuckled, then quickly covered her mouth.

After taking a deep breath, the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old revealed a "tolerant and magnanimous" smile:

"Alright, nine thousand years it is then."

Meanwhile, An Ying Hong Yu's gaze shifted back and forth between Cheng Yi and An Ying Shan Meng.

It's "older sister" again.

However, "older sister" does seem to be a more intimate term than "good friend".

If... if Xia Tong could call her that too...

She looked down at her hands, then looked up at the desk.

Xia Tong was sitting there with her back to them, talking to An Ying Chun and Jiu Qian Sui.

Then she got up and flew over there.

As Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old watched Shadow Red Rain suddenly rise and leave, he turned to look at Shadow Mountain Dream.

"Huh? What's she going to do?"

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream shook her head: "I don't know."

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On the other side, as Shadow Mountain Dream pulled Shadow Red Rain over, a gentle laugh came from Xia Tong's ear.

"Hehe~"

The Ninth Prince floated in mid-air, watching the four little ones interact on the bed, his eyes filled with the loving kindness of an elder. "It seems they get along well."

Xia Tong glanced in the direction of her gaze, then looked away. "Isn't this fine too?"

Yes, it's great.

The Ninth Prince nodded silently in his heart.

Then, Xia Tong walked to the desk and sat down, and An Ying Chun and Jiu Qian Sui followed him there.

Xia Tong rested her chin on one hand, her gaze fixed on Shadow Chun.

Shadow Chun's gaze first swept over the four people on the bed, then returned to Xia Tong's face.

"Tsubaki."

Xia Tong spoke up.

Shadow Camellia raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

"Could you take off your crown and let me see it?"

Shadow Chun subconsciously raised her hand and touched the crown on her head.

"What's wrong?"

"Just browsing, hoping to get some inspiration from your style."

Shadow Camellia blinked.

What style should I consider? Is Xiaotong thinking about giving me a gift?

She remembered the time Xia Tong gave the sweet peach blossom fairy king a bracelet in the park—Hong Yu still wore that bracelet on her wrist.

She then remembered his promise to prepare a gift for her.

An Yingchun's ears felt slightly warm.

"Whatever you want..."

She muttered to herself, raised her hand, took off the crown, and handed it over.

Xia Tong took it and examined it carefully.

So small... By the way, this material seems to be a magical creation.

He looked at it over and over, occasionally stroking it lightly with his fingertips.

On the surface, An Ying Chun appeared indifferent, as if she didn't care, but her gaze kept glancing at Xia Tong's hand.

What is Xiaotong looking at? What is he thinking? What will he turn it into?

These questions swirled in her mind, but she didn't utter a single word.

Asking now would seem like I care too much, and she wouldn't ask.

The Ninth Prince standing to the side was also curious about what Xia Tong would do.

At this moment, Xia Tong put the crown in her hand aside, then reached out and grabbed An Yingchun's waist, placing her in front of her and making her sit on the desk.

After An Yingchun sat down at the table, she was about to say something when, suddenly, a faint light appeared in Xia Tong's hand, and magic slowly gathered in her palm.

First, a few specks of icy blue light appeared, swirling and elongating, eventually condensing into an exquisite ice-shaped headdress—a translucent icy blue with silvery-white luster at the edges.

Shadow Camellia's gaze sharpened slightly.

This one is quite nice.

Then, Xia Tong began to "play" with An Ying Chun's hair.

This, plus that, okay, that should be about right.

Xia Tong looked at her masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction. Then she took a mirror and held it up in front of Shadow Chun.

"Tsubaki, how are you feeling?"

An Yingchun looked at herself in the mirror.

The ice crystal crown was worn on the right side of her head, while several bright red camellias adorned the top and left sides of her head.

She really liked the icicle headdress, but the camellia hair accessory—

Shadow Camellia: – _ –

"Why is this red instead of white?"

"what?"

Xia Tong was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at the camellia hair ornament on Shadow Camellia's head, then at her deep red eyes that were staring at him.

White camellias? They don't look good like that.

Because of the aesthetic influence from his first life, Xia Tong usually doesn't neglect aesthetics when making things, especially when he has plenty of time.

This was the first time Xia Tong's aesthetic sense had been "questioned".

Therefore, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the Ninth Prince beside him.

"Um, Your Excellency, doesn't this look good?"

The Nine Thousand Years Old's gaze swept over the head of the Shadow Camellia.

"Everyone has different aesthetic standards."

She tilted her head slightly, her tone gentle and objective, "You may think the child is beautiful, but others may not think so."

Xia Tong blinked.

Makes sense.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Smack."

The red camellia hair ornament on the head of the shadow camellia changed accordingly, the red petals gradually faded, and were replaced by a pure white without a trace of impurity.

Xia Tong examined it for a few seconds.

"Um……"

He stroked his chin. "Although my aesthetic sense isn't exactly top-notch, there's something odd about you wearing a white camellia hair accessory, Tsubaki."

The Ninth Prince also drifted closer and watched carefully for a while.

She nodded in agreement, "It does feel a bit monotonous."

Upon hearing this, An Ying Chun looked at herself in the mirror again.

White camellias, white hair, ice-blue hair accessories...

She suddenly felt a little uncertain.

For some special reasons, Shadow Camellia still prefers white camellias.

But now, looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly realized that white flowers on white hair did not seem so eye-catching and did look a bit monotonous.

She raised her hand, touched the white camellia, and then looked at her reflection in the mirror.

What Xiaotong and Jiuqiansui said seems to make sense.

Are white camellias really not pretty?

Shadow Camellia fell into a brief period of self-doubt.

Just then, a small figure flew over.

Dark red rain fell lightly on the edge of the desk.

Xia Tong noticed her approach and turned her head to meet An Ying Hong Yu's serious and focused orange-red eyes.

"Hongyu, what's wrong?"

Dark Shadow Red Rain didn't speak, she just stared at him.

A few seconds later, she spoke:

"Xia Tong".

"Um?"

"Chengyi calls Shanmeng—'Sister'."

Xia Tong blinked: "Hmm, what's wrong?"

"so……"

Dark Shadow Red Rain drifted forward a short distance, her hands unconsciously gripping the hem of her skirt, her orange-red eyes filled with an almost stubborn expectation:

"Could you call me 'older sister' too?"

"..."

The room was silent for a second.

The Ninth Prince blinked. What was happening over there? What kind of strange development was this?

An Ying Chun was originally immersed in her self-doubt about whether "white camellias are really pretty," but the moment she heard An Ying Hong Yu's words, that conflicted feeling was instantly replaced by a stronger emotion.

At this moment, sitting on the bed and looking over here, Shadow Nine Thousand Years old keenly sensed the sudden change in the aura around Shadow Chun.

Her eyes lit up. Was this a sign that she was about to explode?

Therefore, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old did not hesitate to flap his wings and fly over lightly, landing in a perfect viewing spot.

She rested her chin on her hands. This newcomer, Peach Blossom, is quite something. She's only just arrived and she's already managed to mess things up like this. Commendable courage, truly commendable courage.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream also heard Dark Shadow Red Rain's words.

She blinked her deep purple-red eyes and tilted her head to look towards the desk.

Should Xia Tong be made to call her "older sister"?

This... seems pretty good?

An Ying Shan Meng subconsciously imagined that scene—Xia Tong standing in front of her, earnestly calling her "Sister Shan Meng"...

She suddenly blushed a little, but couldn't help feeling expectant.

So she also flew up, floated towards the desk, and landed next to Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old.

She also wanted to see how Xia Tong would respond.

Chengyi was the last to react.

She was sitting on the bed, watching Shadow Mountain Dream and Shadow Nine Thousand Years fly away one after the other, her little head full of confusion.

What happened? Why has everyone left?

Then, she belatedly realized that it seemed that her calling Shanmeng "sister" had triggered all of this.

Chengyi blinked.

Did she...do something wrong?

She was a little uneasy, but she mustered her courage, flapped her wings, and flew over, carefully observing how things were developing.

Xia Tong, the person involved, paused for a moment to think.

Call her "older sister"?

He looked at the Shadow Elf King in front of him, who was only about 30 centimeters tall and was staring at him expectantly.

Well, never mind, it's just a form of address anyway.

Xia Tong cleared her throat and began to speak:

"Sister Hongyu?"

Upon hearing this title, Shadow Red Rain unconsciously rubbed her hands together in front of her chest, her fingers intertwined.

"Hmm...this feeling..."

Her eyes widened slightly, the initial expectation replaced by a more complex and unfamiliar emotion. "How strange."

It's not that it's bad, it's just... very strange.

This was completely different from the scene she had imagined where "Xia Tong called her sister".

She originally thought that upon hearing this title, she would smile happily, just like Shan Meng when she was called "sister".

Then, Shadow Red Rain raised both hands and gently covered her slightly feverish cheeks.

But the way Xia Tong addressed her seemed quite different from what she had imagined.

However, it doesn't seem like I dislike it?

Xia Tong touched her chin, her gaze unconsciously shifting to the left. "Um, it is a bit strange."

After all, it had been a long time since he had addressed someone like that. In his opinion, he should either call her Hongyu directly or just call her "sister." The title "Sister Hongyu" felt really long and he wasn't used to it. It would be better to shorten it to "Sister Hong" or "Sister Yu."

Then, Xia Tong's gaze swept to the side—

At that moment, Shadow Camellia flew to Xia Tong's side and gently patted his face.

"No, Xiaotong, you're actually calling me that?"