My wife is a witch princess.

Song Che suspected that he had fallen asleep on Xia Li's lap and was dreaming.

He couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and he didn't know who would die first. Anyway, he died, and the dream ended.

However, he subconsciously pinched himself.

It hurts terribly.

He suddenly felt thirsty and took a sip of the drink he had just bought.

……

"Song Che, don't die!"

……

"Song Che, I want to go home."

"Ah... go home? Let me see, it's only 3 a.m., and it seems like there are no buses home." Song Che mumbled sleepily.

"I want to go home."

"Didn't we say we were going to visit the welfare home today?"

"I'm not going, I want to go home."

"Ah...okay, but I have to say, it's...it's 3 a.m., and people are probably still sleeping." Song Che sat up, rubbing his head, and noticed an extra number next to Xia Li's name.

Number: 3

What does "three" mean?

It is one more than two.

Song Che had just woken up and was still groggy.

Chapter 100 Joy, Anger, Sorrow, and Happiness; Love, Hate, and Enmity (Anger, Sorrow)

The moon was bright and the stars were few; only the cold wind and the swaying streetlights were visible on the road.

Song Che couldn't refuse Xia Li, so he checked out of the hotel with her and stood on the street in the early morning waiting for a car.

At this time, the buses hadn't left yet, and taxis were hard to hail. After finally managing to get one, the driver immediately asked for an extra fifty yuan. The journey from Taixi to Nanhui was already far, costing over three hundred yuan, and with that extra fifty, it was almost four hundred.

Song Che wondered why Xia Li was in such a hurry to go home.

Even if you have to leave, it would be much better to wait until dawn and take a bus; it only costs forty yuan to get home.

It's not that I'm stingy with the money, it's just that I don't understand. Forty yuan seems like a much better deal than four hundred.

There wasn't anything urgent at the orphanage, but he wanted to go again, partly because he genuinely felt the children needed companionship, and partly to gather some other information.

But Xia Li wants to go home, and Song Che will definitely put her first.

Let's go home then.

Xia Li stood by the roadside, looking at the empty road, and then at the convenience store that was closed.

She wasn't quite sure where the danger came from. Both flashbacks were caused by accidents, but both occurred around 1:30 PM, and the timing seemed to follow a pattern.

The road is dangerous because those metal boxes could hit Song Che and send him flying. The water in the convenience store isn't safe either; Song Che fainted after drinking it last time.

But she drank that water, so why is she okay?

No clear pattern has been discovered yet, so she decided to leave Taixi immediately. The pattern of Song Che's death seems to be only related to time; she needs to find and break it in order to save him.

Furthermore, whether this ability to rewind belongs to forbidden magic remains to be confirmed.

If so.

She wasn't sure if, with a witch's powerful memory, enduring the side effects of magic would lead to memory loss, or even cause her to forget things about Song Che and herself.

It's 4 a.m. now, and there are still nine and a half hours until 1:30 p.m. If things go smoothly, I should be home in a little over an hour.

The streets were deserted, and the convenience stores were closed.

Xia Li went through all the possible risks in her mind again, and finally realized that the biggest variable was the driver who was picking them up. If Song Che was going to die this time, he might die at the hands of the driver.

But if I don't take a taxi, can I walk back?

It's over a hundred kilometers; even if we walked until tomorrow, we still wouldn't get there.

It seems to be a vicious cycle.

Xia Li is actually very perceptive.

She felt that what killed Song Che was not a specific thing, but any existence other than Song Che himself—it could be concrete, it could be abstract, or even…it could be herself.

She knew that the only way to find the pattern was through trial and error.

But every time he tries something wrong, Song Che dies once.

She didn't want it to be like this.

She never wanted to play that game of "If Song Che dies, will I cry?" again.

She didn't want the thousand yuan.

Song Che... can't die either!

Xia Li is very angry right now, the kind of anger that makes her want to smash the other person to death.

He was angry that he had lost his magic, angry at the mastermind behind it all, and angry that he didn't have a legitimate identity, which forced Song Che to come to Taixi and then encounter this danger.

The streets of Taixi are quiet on a winter night.

The silver-haired girl walked ahead, her expression wary, as if patrolling her territory. The boy behind her, looking sleepy, rubbed his eyes frequently, yawned, and smiled as he watched the girl's back, then kept staring at her.

He still wanted to sleep with his head on her lap.

He actually found it quite strange.

Why did Xia Li suddenly start coaxing him to sleep and let him get so close?

Given her usual style, she shouldn't have knocked him out with a flick on the forehead and then started singing off-key.

The witch shouldn't be like this. She should have a heart-to-heart talk with him first, understand human emotions, then give him a lap pillow, sleep together in each other's arms, and unlock a special CG.

Is this progress... skipping steps?

However, Song Che liked being able to rest his head on his lap, but he didn't understand why.

Xia Li has been acting rather strange lately.

Xia Li didn't want to let him use her lap as a pillow. It felt tingly and numb; her legs almost didn't belong to her anymore.

If it weren't for the fact that he kept trying to touch her legs, and she refused, knocked him away, and then ran off—and then ran into the road, where an empty car rushed towards her… it was Song Che who tackled her.

An empty car...

The car seemed to be unmanned, which contradicted the common sense that Song Che had taught her.

A car needs someone to drive it.

Of course, it's not because of that.

She only gave him her lap pillow because she saw him having nightmares.

I didn't specifically search online for how to help my boyfriend sleep well to find out that lap pillows can promote sleep.

Xia Li paced back and forth by the roadside, pursing her lips, like a tiger that had been provoked, surveying her territory.

I looked around.

No threat was found.

She looked around again.

Song Che thought Xia Li was really cute, wandering around there. She was pursing her lips, and her walking posture was tense, like Tom from Tom and Jerry. She didn't know who had upset her again.

He glanced down at his phone and suddenly realized something was wrong.

On the software map, the driver's position is not moving.

The display showed that the distance to the pick-up point was less than 300 meters, but when Song Che looked in that direction, he couldn't see the car at all.

Why do I feel a chill down my back?

Could it be... that I encountered something unclean?

"Xia Li, wait for me a moment, I'm going to go take a look over there."

As Song Che spoke, he walked in the direction the driver had indicated.

Xia Li immediately followed.

After walking for a while, the distance had long exceeded three hundred meters. The road was completely empty; there wasn't a single car in sight.

Song Che suspected a software error and reset the location. The pick-up point and driver icons remained in the same position.

My phone suddenly froze.

After the update, the new pick-up point completely overlapped with the driver's position.

Song Che frowned and dialed the driver's number.

"Hey sir, are you on Heping Avenue in Taixi...?" He glanced back at the road sign, "Is there a Chengcheng Hardware Store over there?"

There was a sound on the other end of the phone, thankfully, at least it wasn't a paranormal event.

"Yes, I'm right here. Why don't I see you guys?"

"Are you... sure?" Song Che looked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight!

"Yes, I'm sure. There were probably too many people around, didn't you see it? My license plate number is..."

"Um, Master," Song Che interrupted him, asking a question, "What time is it where you are?"

"It's past one in the afternoon, what's wrong?"

"...It's nothing. Sorry, driver, we won't take this ride. I'll cancel the order online later." Song Che hung up the phone, his expression serious. "It seems like we... encountered a paranormal event."

Xia Li paused.

"How about we walk home?"

"What do you say?"