No? Can I read the mind of my mortal enemy?

I cleverly assembled a bunch of chibi-style flying witches and other cute little characters that had appeared in the show, and happily waited for the shop to iron them until they were seamless.

She packed a total of six bags, with a little witch and a little villain in each bag.

Jiang Youran pieced together the headshots she had posted. It looked simple, but it was actually more difficult to put together than Shi Qiao's dozen or so.

The two left with their spoils, and Shi Qiao slipped Jiang Youran's share into her bag.

"It's a small gift but a big thought." Shi Qiao grinned. "Youyou, please don't dislike me."

Jiang Youran laughed, "We give each other junk every year, how could I dare to look down on you?"

The two strolled around, and since her family lacked nothing, Shi Qiao didn't need to think too much. She bought almost everything that was fun or pretty.

For example, there are handmade music boxes made of pure wood, crystal balls with miniature landscapes, or oddly shaped tactile night lights. After an afternoon of shopping, both hands are full of shopping bags.

Finally, Shi Qiao and Jiang Youran stopped at a non-profit wax seal experience store.

Upon entering the store, a soothing fragrance of cliff cypress slowly wafts into the nostrils.

It's an unmanned little shop, somewhat like a bookstore.

There weren't many people inside. The decor was in an early Western European style, and the books displayed inside were all quite old. The people in the store were also quite casual, mostly sitting on the floor.

Shi Qiao and Jiang Youran walked inside, where there was a small cubicle with a specially set-up wax seal experience area. Exquisite letter paper was stacked in layers, and each seat was equipped with a modified dip quill pen.

A small piece of paper briefly introduces the history of sealing wax stamps and how to use them.

If you need to purchase sealing wax stamps separately, you can scan the QR code on the shop to add the shop owner. All proceeds will be donated to a charity.

They found a place to sit down, and Shi Qiao lowered her voice, "Shall we write some letters here as our last stop?"

Jiang Youran nodded in agreement.

Next, the two people who had been chattering all the way down quieted down for once and started choosing letter paper, sealing wax, and candlesticks.

The project was quite large, and she needed to write six documents.

For the older generation, flowers and plants were chosen, while for Youyou, a fairytale-style tea party was prepared.

On the contrary, we need to think carefully about giving it to Pei Jingnian.

Shi Qiao carefully selected from the many wax seals and finally found a seal with a small lake on it. The water reflection was only lightly outlined, and the round edge of the seal was decorated with irregular branches.

The scene is half-hidden, as if peeking through the bushes, with a pair of swans at the very center.

They walked side by side, content, with one slightly taller, tilting its head and gently pecking at the top of the other's head with its beak, as if grooming it.

Swans are a symbol of unwavering loyalty, representing a lifelong commitment to one person.

Shi Qiao decided to use this title; she noted down the number and scanned the code to buy another set.

After completing the preliminary work, Shi Qiao sat at the table and wrote the first five letters, each one two pages long.

But when it was Pei Jingnian's turn, Shi Qiao held the edge of the dip pen with a hint of shyness.

The last time I wrote a letter to Pei Jingnian was when I sold his photos and apologized to him.

When they wrote to each other again after so many years, their relationship had completely changed.

I felt quite embarrassed.

Shi Qiao propped her head up with one hand, her curled eyelashes drooping, and the candle-shaped lamp on the table swayed gently, making her shadow tremble from time to time.

She thought about it for a long time before slowly putting pen to paper.

Only after finishing the last stroke did Shi Qiao realize that she hadn't written as much as others, only a little over a page.

However, Shi Qiao felt that she had said everything that needed to be said.

She signed the date at the end, wrote "To the King of Time and Skill", and drew a big head of a flying little witch dashing.

Put down the pen, fold the letter paper neatly, and attach the classic gold sealing wax seal.

She packed all the letters and confirmed that all the Christmas gifts had been purchased and wrapped.

The two took a taxi home, and when they stopped in front of the door, Shi Qiao took out the letter she had given to Jiang Youran.

"We've been best friends for over ten years, so let's get a little sentimental this year."

Jiang Youran smiled triumphantly, took out a letter from her pocket, and handed it to Shi Qiao, "You are the one. Don't cry after you've read my masterpiece."

They put the envelopes together and discovered that the two of them had coincidentally chosen the same series of epigraphs.

"As expected of us." The two said in unison.

After a half-second pause, the two of them burst out laughing again.

These are some of the days with the shortest days of the year, and in Beijing, the sun starts setting below the horizon around 4 a.m.

It's past six o'clock now, and there's not a trace of the sun left.

Only a bright moon remained hanging high in the sky.

"Yoyo, Merry Christmas in advance!"

Jiang Youran hugged her and patted her gently. "Merry Christmas to you too, Qiao."

Shi Qiao picked up her things and said, "Okay, okay, I'm going home now. You should go home too."

After parting ways, Shi Qiao stopped at her front door carrying a large pile of things and first took out the surveillance camera to check on Pei Jingnian's situation.

It turned out that all the surveillance cameras were disconnected.

She was startled and immediately opened the door. The room was dark, with few lights on.

That Pei Jingnian guy, he's not going to say one thing and do another again, is he?

Shi Qiao carried the gift inside, wanting to give Pei Jingnian one last chance. If she didn't see him in the living room—

She really never spoke to that big liar again!

She put her things in the entryway and stepped inside. Just as she was about to turn on the living room light, a bright star suddenly appeared in front of her.

The spirals, winding upwards, slowly dispelled the darkness in the room.

And these filaments are clinging tightly to a real Fraser fir!

Before she could even see the decorations on the fir tree clearly, a layer of intense heat suddenly enveloped her from behind, pulling her tightly into its embrace.

Pei Jingqing lightly pecked her cheek, his smile almost overflowing.

"Welcome home, my wife."