Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

Throughout the battles, she relentlessly pursued Jiang Sifei. In reality, as a newly transformed magical girl, she had maintained this state for quite some time.

Now that I've arrived here, my magic has finally run out, and my physical strength is nearing its limit.

After being tripped by some vine from who-knows-where, she fell to the ground and naturally ended her transformation.

Clutching the miracle seed tightly, and looking around at the dense forest, An Shiyu sniffed, feeling a sudden urge to cry.

She just wanted to talk to Jiang Si...

I'm completely lost.

She groped her way up and looked at her seeds.

I can't transform for now.

But Xingxuan had told her how to transform: just wait a little longer until the seed's transformation cooldown was over, and she could transform again.

Then, fly up and leave.

Looking up at the sky, scattered starlight fell.

Even if you become a magical girl, many things won't go smoothly...

Moreover, Jiang Si probably doesn't want to see him either.

He probably wouldn't recognize himself either; he didn't seem to have recognized himself before.

Although my red hair is quite eye-catching, after all, red hair is really very rare...

Touching her hair, An Shiyu tried her best to tidy up her somewhat messy strands.

I don't even know what I look like now; I'm guessing I'm dirty and disheveled.

If only we had a mirror.

I wanted to tidy myself up; I didn't want Jiang Si to see me looking ugly.

No, it was never going to be found anyway, and we might never see it again...

Thinking of this, An Shiyu suddenly felt a pang of sadness and a sense of emptiness.

Holding her miracle seed, she spoke as if making a wish, "Can I see Jiang Si again? If magical girls can grant wishes, then my wish is..."

"what are you doing?"

The cold question startled An Shiyu so much that she almost threw the seed away. After a long while, she gripped the seed tightly and looked up. The fox mask was staring straight at her in the moonlight.

"I, I, I'm lost..."

"I can tell."

An Shiyu subconsciously tossed her hair, trying to make herself look better, before whispering, "I want to talk to you."

"why?"

"Back then, on the bus, you saved me, and then you saved me again at the orphanage, but I haven't told you my name yet."

An Shiyu stood up, leaning against a nearby tree. "My name is An Shiyu. Just call me Shiyu, Shi as in poetry and Yu as in rain."

That slender figure, though not tall, brought an unparalleled sense of security.

The rustling sounds that had previously made her uneasy were now just background noise that was somewhat bothersome.

"Oh."

The response was lukewarm, but An Shiyu didn't feel discouraged.

As long as there's a response, that's fine.

She didn't know what the future held; perhaps she would never see him again, or perhaps she would, but there would never be another chance to chat like this.

So no matter what, seize every opportunity and say what you want to say.

Muster your courage, absolutely no cowardice allowed!

"Jiang Si, I..."

"My name is Jiang Motu."

It was interrupted.

Her momentum faltered, but An Shiyu was not such a fragile girl.

She took a breath and clutched the miracle seed to her chest.

As a magical girl, you must, you absolutely must be strong!

“Jiang Motu…you may not remember him, but we met on the bus back then.”

"Ah."

Although Jiang Si didn't remember, she still nodded.

Regardless, let's just give her a perfunctory response and get her to leave.

He was still waiting for information about the twins.

"Back then, when you confessed your feelings to me in the car, I... I didn't react in time, and I didn't respond. But now I've made up my mind." An Shiyu took a short breath, quickly calming herself down.

Keep going! You absolutely must express your feelings!

"I hope you can listen to my answer and thoughts."

"explain."

An Shiyu raised her head, her clear eyes meeting Jiang Si's pupils directly. The boy's pupils were dark and calm.

Face Jiang Si squarely, face your own heart squarely, and then muster your courage!

"I want to know you better, and I want you to know me better too. I want to know your likes and dislikes, what you do all day, and I want to be by your side. I want to..."

Some words were hard to say, but An Shiyu took a step forward, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the boy, "I want to be with you."

The long wait was like the silence before a sentence was pronounced; the sound of my heartbeat drowned out everything else.

When she realized what she had said, the hand holding the miracle seed began to tremble. A burning sense of shyness spread from the bottom of her heart to her ears, and her mind became a little dizzy.

She instinctively tried to stop her heartbeat from beating so loudly, afraid that the boy in front of her would hear.

Even his breathing became somewhat agitated.

I don't know how long I waited, until the fox mask on the other side nodded.

It felt like a judge's gavel had struck her heart, leaving An Shiyu momentarily breathless.

She heard the boy reply calmly:

"Go ahead and think about it. I didn't say you couldn't think about it."

Chapter 101: A Lion Hidden in the Girl's Eyes (5,000 words)

Qingluan had just finished giving her report and returned home.

Although I haven't been back for a long time, the result is still the same: the room is very clean, and there is hardly any dust.

My father wasn't actually a germaphobe; it was my mother who was.

In Qingluan's memory, most of her childhood was spent with her mother complaining about her father for not keeping things clean.

Then the father went to clean up with a grin.

When she was with her mother, her father always smiled a lot, and Qingluan rarely saw him angry or upset.

He wasn't in a hurry either. As a shareholder of a large company, he was already financially independent and had a certain amount of power. No matter what happened, he seemed to be able to handle it with ease.

Until the day my mother died.

The father was helpless and anxious, like a young boy.

Although my father rarely got angry or upset before, it wasn't uncommon. For example, once when we were out shopping, he found out that someone in the company had stolen secrets and given them to a competitor.

The father would purse his lips and shake his head. Although he would still smile when facing the mother, his expression would turn somewhat cold when he turned away.

After returning home, I sat on the rocking chair on the balcony, swaying leisurely, looking like a lion crouching in the sunset.

Although he didn't speak or make any sound, she could feel the immense anger and murderous intent just by looking at him from behind.

Mature people always control their emotions, whether it's anger or sadness.

That's what she always thought.

It wasn't until her mother passed away that she realized that even adults can't control all their emotions.

There will always be a time when things break down.

The father's breakdown was no different from anyone else's; he was agitated and furious, kneeling before the mother's body, holding her hand, and repeatedly begging her not to leave him.

At that time, Qingluan was still young and did not understand what death meant. She only thought that she was sick and that she could be cured as long as she went to the hospital.

Just like before.

Only then did I learn that the dead cannot be brought back to life.

Death means eternal loss, never having a mother again, never seeing, touching, feeling her warmth, or hearing her voice.

She attended the funeral in a daze, and her father never saw her.

After the funeral, when everything had settled down, she returned home and her father looked at her.

He seemed still immersed in the funeral he had just attended, his eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were bloodshot, which was quite frightening.

So oppressive, so tragic, yet harboring a venomous tiger.

Young Qingluan didn't understand what her father was thinking. She just kept hugging her mother's photo frame, gently stroking the face in the photo with her pale fingers, trying to escape everything that was about to happen.

Later, Qingluan realized what that terrifying feeling was in her father's incomprehensible eyes back then.

Later, I encountered a similar look in someone's eyes.

It was only then that I remembered.

It was murderous intent.

Ah, so back then, my father really did want to kill me.

But her father didn't do that in the end; he just grabbed the cat she was raising and slammed it to the ground!