The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"No!!!"

"ah--"

"Kill me!"

"Kill me!"

Inside the fox fur space.

The blood fox's remaining soul light was endlessly burned and extinguished by the golden flames.

But just as it is about to completely dissipate, an invisible force will turn back time in the space to the moment when the flames were just ignited.

Memories don't disappear.

Pain only accumulates.

Every second felt like it had been stretched into an eternity.

The escape route it had laid out for itself became its own execution ground.

"Kill me..."

"Please...kill me..."

Ye Chuhao withdrew his finger and turned to leave.

The fox pattern in the park has been restored to its original state.

The night breeze blows across the slide.

It was as if nothing had happened.

After taking a few steps, Ye Chuhao suddenly stopped.

"Tsk."

"Did you forget to set the end time?"

He thought about it seriously for two seconds.

Then, he yawned lazily.

"never mind."

"Let's go back and see Little Stutterer first."

"Otherwise, that little girl would probably write down my name in her little notebook."

"ha……"

Ye Chuhao couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Xingyao puffing out her cheeks while writing about him.

He walked back along the street.

He had already walked a few steps when he passed a flower shop that was still open.

But after walking a few meters, he turned back as if nothing had happened.

The florist was tidying up the flower buckets that had been soaked by the rain at the entrance. When she saw him return, she looked up and smiled.

"Handsome young man, buying flowers?"

Ye Chuhao glanced at the flower stand, his gaze settling on a bunch of blue baby's breath.

"Boss lady, a bunch of blue baby's breath, please."

"Okay."

The proprietress worked quickly, selecting a few of the best-opened branches and carefully wrapping them in light-colored wrapping paper.

Tiny water droplets still clung to the petals, like stars just scooped out of the rainy night.

"Is it for your girlfriend?"

Ye Chuhao raised an eyebrow.

"For my wife."

The proprietress paused for a moment, then smiled so broadly her eyes crinkled.

"Oh dear, then you'd better make it look nice."

She tied a light-colored ribbon to the bouquet.

"Okay, I'll pay here."

"it is good."

After paying, Ye Chuhao took the flowers and walked towards the milk tea shop.

When I returned to the store, the warm yellow lights were still on.

There weren't many customers in the store.

Only the female staff member behind the bar was pretending to wipe cups, but her eyes kept glancing at the corner booths.

In the booth by the window.

Xingyao tucked her legs in and sat quietly in the corner.

She tilted her head back, looking through the rain-drenched glass at the starlight that was gradually appearing outside.

A faint trace of longing floated in those eyes that were usually timid and soft.

She seemed to be looking at the city, but more like she was looking at a place she could never return to.

On the table, she had finished her milk tea.

The cup that belonged to Ye Chuhao was still sitting there, fully filled.

There wasn't even a straw inserted.

Ye Chuhao paused slightly.

Then, he hid the flowers behind his back, stood next to the booth, and called out softly.

"Little stutterer~"

Xingyao's shoulders trembled slightly, and she suddenly turned her head.

Upon recognizing him, the faint sadness in her eyes vanished almost instantly.

She braced herself on the chair with both hands and hurriedly moved away, as if afraid he would disappear again in the next second.

She stood at the far end of the booth and looked up at Ye Chuhao.

The corners of her mouth twitched up little by little.

"Liar, liar!"

"You've been there for ages!"

Ye Chuhao chuckled and reached out to rub her head.

"Are you kidding me?"

"How long was I gone?"

Xingyao seemed to have counted them in her mind many times before, her little expression extremely serious.

"It took ten, ten minutes and fifty-seven seconds!"

"Fifty-eight!"

"Fifty-nine!"

She looked up and glared at him with a pitiful expression.

"Eleven minutes!"

"You've been gone for eleven minutes!"

She pouted, and a hint of tears still lingered in the corners of her eyes.

Ye Chuhao's heart softened, and he quickly handed her the blue baby's breath he had hidden behind his back.

"Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

He chuckled softly.

"I'm late because I bought flowers for my wife."

Xingyao's eyes lit up immediately.

She stared at the cluster of blue baby's breath, as if even her breathing had become lighter.

After a long while, she tentatively reached out her hand.

Ye Chuhao placed the flowers in her arms and then took her slightly cool fingertips in his hand.

"It's for you."

Xingyao held the flowers, her joy almost impossible to hide.

But she quickly remembered that she was angry.

So she tried to suppress the corners of her mouth and turned her head away haughtily.

"Then...then I won't be angry anymore."

"Ha~ Okay."

Ye Chuhao laughed even harder, drawing out his laughter.

"Thank you, my dear wife, for your kindness."

"You, you, you..."

Xingyao then realized that the class monitor had been calling her "wife" in front of others.

She quickly hugged the flowers and looked around.

really.

The shop assistant at the counter was covering her mouth, barely able to suppress her maternal smile.

"Whoosh!"

Xingyao's face turned red to her ears.

She lowered her head, wishing she could bury herself in that bouquet of baby's breath.

Ye Chuhao laughed even more heartily.

He took Xingyao's hand and walked towards the store entrance.

"Let's go."

Outside, the last bit of drizzle had stopped.

The streetlights cast their shadows very close together.

Just as she reached the door, Xingyao suddenly stopped.

Ye Chuhao turned around.

She held the bouquet of blue baby's breath, her fingertips gently clutching the hem of his shirt, her ears red, her voice soft and gentle.

Hug me, hug me.

Ye Chuhao was stunned for a moment.

Then, he chuckled softly.

"Aren't you shy anymore?"

Xingyao's ear tips turned even redder.

She clutched the bouquet of blue baby's breath, her fingers gripping Ye Chuhao's clothes tightly, refusing to let go.

Subsequently,

She looked up at Ye Chuhao with her eyes wet, her voice soft but stubborn.

"Even if I'm shy, I still want a hug!"

"Who, who told you to lie, to lie!"

Ye Chuhao's smile deepened.

"it is good."

"hug."

He stopped teasing her and bent down to gently pull her into his arms.

Xingyao gasped slightly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face behind the bouquet, revealing only her bright red ears.

After the rain, a clear light suddenly shone on the long street.

"Whoosh—"

A flying sword pierced the night, falling silently from the sky and hovering at their feet.

Ye Chuhao, carrying Xingyao, stepped onto the flying sword.

next moment.

A sword light shot up from the ground, swept past the warm yellow light sign at the entrance of the milk tea shop, and flew towards Jinling Martial Arts School.

The shop assistant was leaning on the counter, her eyes shining as if she had just finished watching an entire romance drama.

She watched the two figures disappear into the distance and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"So this is love!"

"If I had been as brave as this girl back in the day, I would never have had trouble finding a man!"

"well……"