My wife is a witch princess.

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Xia Li shook Song Che, "I can't cry, wait for me."

...Don't talk to dead people, and you even specifically reminded me to wait a moment.

Then I'll just die a little longer.

It's quite simple for Song Che to pretend to be dead; he just needs to lie there and not understand.

Xia Li had more to think about. She would go to the bathroom, turn on the tap, fill her hand with water, and wipe it on the corner of her eyes. That way, she could get a thousand yuan.

Outside the window, clouds drifted by, blocking out much of the sunlight. Song Che frowned slightly, sensing the sudden change in light.

Did Xia Li draw the curtains?

"It shouldn't be," Xia Li poked him with her finger.

"Song Che, wake up, I can't cry."

Song Che didn't plan to wake up. His goal wasn't to make Xia Li cry; he wanted her to accept death. That would be better for both of them. Maybe if he really died, Xia Li would suddenly remember that day in Taixi when Song Che pretended to be dead and ignored her, which made her very anxious.

Song Che is now very open-minded. Xia Li needs to get used to this. After all, it's just the result. Song Che now thinks the process is more important. People should experience more of the process.

Is the process more important, or the result?

This idea changed many times throughout his life.

He enjoyed experiencing the process when he was a child, but after starting school, he focused more on the results because people only care about the outcome. People would talk about whose child got good grades and went to a good university, whose parents made money, whose family was good, who was unlucky, who failed... This idea persisted until Xia Li told him that she had been looking for him for a hundred years.

Because of this thought, he struggled internally for many days, and felt that if he was destined to die, then being with Xia Li would be meaningless.

He was wasting Xia Li's time and being irresponsible towards her. He didn't want to be irresponsible towards a girl.

He cares too much about the outcome. He's the kind of person who will stop at nothing to achieve the result. Even if the process isn't great, as long as the result is good... then that's fine.

But now he has a different idea.

Results are certainly important... you could say results are not just important, they are extremely important, which is why people value results so much.

But if we only see who failed, who was unlucky, who was crushed and couldn't get back up... but we don't see that person tried so hard that they were powerless, studied late into the night, or tried their best to live their life, and ultimately failed because of a lack of talent or bad luck, then aren't we denying their efforts?

Song Che didn't want to deny other people's efforts, he didn't want to deny Xia Li's efforts, and he didn't want everything he did to be meaningless just because that person failed... because wouldn't that be denying his own efforts?

This is what Xia Li taught him.

Face it bravely. Even if the outcome is not good, at least it proves that you tried.

Because humans are destined to die, on a longer scale they are like mayflies, living only a day and dying at night.

From a planetary or cosmic perspective, humanity's current technology and all its efforts are meaningless.

You're nothing but a speck of dust. No matter how great you were in life, no matter how much money you made, what university you attended, what company you started, what lover you had, or how many contributions you made, once you're dead, you're dead.

But... is it really meaningless?

No, these things are so dazzling, so magnificent. Knowing they will die, they still continue generation after generation. Humanity proves to time that we dare to change the world, we dare to climb to the moon, and we dare to defy death.

Song Che felt that none of these things should be denied.

Just like he wanted to prove that he wanted to continue his relationship with Xia Li.

He will not bow to fate; he dares to make fate bow down.

"Song Che, I'm not playing anymore. I don't want the thousand yuan anymore. Wake up and stop ignoring me."

Xia Li bent down to check Song Che's breathing and then shook him.

"Song Che...don't die!"

Xia Li cupped his face in her hands

when!

Song Che refused to bow to fate, but bowed to Xia Li.

His forehead was red from Xia Li's hard knock.

……

"I already told you I don't want the money, why didn't you wake up just now?"

"I was daydreaming." Song Che had just been thinking too much without realizing it.

"Don't do that again, I don't want to play this game."

"Okay, I won't pretend to be dead next time."

"Don't die."

"I don't want to die either." Song Che smiled, knowing that Xia Li's opinion didn't count.

"Anyway, I'm not playing this anymore." Xia Li pursed her lips, her eyes red, whether from rubbing them or from crying.

Song Che suddenly remembered a line from a popular Chinese novel: "If you shed a tear, I will slaughter a city." Xia Li shed tears, so how about I slaughter Nan Hui? Oh, we are from Nan Hui, so let's slaughter Tai Xi then.

He didn't say the joke aloud, because even if he did, Xia Li would still purse her lips. Song Che moved slightly closer to Xia Li, feeling that he had something to do this afternoon.

I need to make Xia Li happy.

What I did just now went a bit too far and really scared Xia Li.

She's still pursing her lips, her fists clenched tightly, looking like she wants to hit someone, but she doesn't.

She couldn't bear to hit him, so she just sulked to herself.

She was unhappy because Song Che ignored her earlier.

Although she couldn't speak while pretending to be dead, that didn't stop Xia Li from being unhappy.

Song Che was at a loss for how to comfort Xia Li. This girl was different from others. If you couldn't make her laugh, she would purse her lips if she was unhappy, but if she didn't purse her lips, you wouldn't know if she was happy or calm. Song Che had a bit of a headache.

Damn it, I made myself angry, so I have to make up for it myself.

But Xia Li was the one who brought it up first, and she even got angry.

This idiot's emotional intelligence is beyond her bust size and teeth!

By the way, what is Xia Li's bust size?

Last time, that awful saleswoman wouldn't let Xia Li tell him, and he hadn't measured it himself. Now that he suddenly thought about it, he was really curious.

Because Xia Li was wearing a hoodie and a jacket, it was difficult to determine her exact level.

As Song Che pondered, his thoughts wandered.

He grinned.

After his mindset changed, Song Che felt several times better and more motivated than before.

"What are you laughing at?" Xia Li asked, pursing her lips as she looked at him.

"I wasn't laughing at anything." Although Song Che said it was nothing, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Xia Li's chest a few times.

"You want to touch it?"

"You can read minds now?"

"I don't know, but your eyes are very inappropriate."

“Alright, I admit I’m not serious, but Your Highness is about the same.” Song Che paused. “Once you’ve fully learned about emotions and feelings, I feel you’ll be even more irreverent than me.”

"impossible."

"What's impossible? When you like someone, you have a physical attraction to them. If you really like me, you'll want to have me and possess me... But this is usually what guys say."

Xia Li initially wanted to deny that she would be indecent, but when she heard Song Che say that liking someone means wanting to possess them, she said, "Girls can say these things too. Liking someone means wanting to possess you."

"You learn so fast." Seeing that she was no longer pursing her lips, Song Che leaned back against the headboard. "How about we go to the welfare home this afternoon? I heard from the caregiver that Tao Yao is sixteen years old, which is the age to get an ID card. I'll ask about other things, and if there's nothing else, we can go home."

"I want to go home today."

“It’s not that I can’t, but I said yesterday that I would play with the child and buy him some toys. I don’t want to break my promise.” Song Che remembered that Xia Li was also there at the time. Although he was the one who said it, Xia Li usually took promises very seriously, and she would always tacitly agree with what Song Che said, so she actually had a part in this agreement.

This doesn't seem like Xia Li.

They actually chose to break the agreement.

Song Che sensed something was wrong; Xia Li seemed to dislike Tai Xi.

"What's wrong with Taixi?"

"No, I want to go home."

"Then I'll go check on the children myself, and then we'll go home."

"No."

"Xia Li, could it be..." Song Che thought for a moment, and based on what Xia Li said, he had a guess. It was too easy to guess what was on her mind. "Could it be that you have prophetic abilities... and I will die on my way to the orphanage?"

"I……"

Seeing her stammer, Song Che knew he had guessed correctly, "Could it be... the third gold coin? You have the ability, but..."

But why can't I see the tags?

This ability doesn't belong to Xia Li, does it?

On me?

I can't predict the future.

If Xia Li knows how, let her buy lottery tickets.

"..."

Outside the window, clouds stretched out one after another, blocking out the light.

Just like dusk falling.

Song Che was puzzled. He glanced at the time; it was 1:30 PM, and the light was almost like dusk.

Dusk is not a good omen.