My wife is a witch princess.

"Is this just a dream?" he asked.

“I made it,” the wicked woman said. “It’s exactly the same as the one in the world today.”

She raised her hand, and a glimmer of light appeared at her fingertips. Suddenly, a building in the distance began to sway, breaking in half, with the upper half slowly rising into the air and floating there.

"You see, you can't do that in real life."

With a wave of her hand, the wicked woman caused the building to slowly fall back down, reconnecting itself perfectly.

“You just said,” Xia Li suddenly spoke, “that you gave the world to Song Che as a dowry?”

"Ah."

How should I deliver it?

The wicked woman looked at her. "You want to know?"

Xia Li nodded.

The wicked woman walked up to her and pointed to the bank across the street, saying, "That bank, I can conjure up all the money inside and pile it up in front of you."

With a flick of her finger, the bank door suddenly opened, and bundles of banknotes flew out, lining up neatly in the air like soldiers in formation.

"These are enough to buy a lot of things."

Xia Li looked at the banknotes without saying a word.

The wicked woman pointed to a tall building in the distance, "That building, the tallest one, I can make it yours."

"How will it change?"

“Write your name down,” the wicked woman said. “Once the magic is written down, no one can change it. Similarly, I can write my name down in the world.”

Xia Li thought for a moment, "Should I write 'Li' as in Xia Li or 'Che' as in Song Che?"

Song Che, who was listening nearby, felt that the conversation was a bit dangerous.

The wicked woman didn't display any more magic, but continued, "I've done all these things. It's been too long. I've tried many things. Last time in Hit, I could find my way here, but this time here, I've searched for a long time and haven't found the next place. Death here is true death. I'm here... because I possess magic, Song Che can't control me, no one can control me. I become willful and do many things wrong, and in the end..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Song Che could already imagine what this witch with the mind of a child could do.

She has absolutely turned this world into a mess.

The bad woman put it another way: "In short, because of me, the world has become terrible; because of me, many innocent people have been hurt; because they are all ordinary people, I can act recklessly; because they and Song Che are all ordinary people, I can no longer continue to act recklessly."

The end of the world will eventually become nothingness, and I have accelerated that process.

Xia Li was confused by what she heard. She didn't have that much experience, but she did want to do the things that the bad woman had wanted to do.

Song Che understood most of it; the Xia Li of the future... and the Xia Li of now, are not the same Xia Li.

Xia Li has lost her magic due to the influence of the bad woman, but at that time, there was no other bad woman influencing her. Therefore, Xia Li in the present will not become a bad woman in the future.

Logically, this bad woman can be understood as Xia Li from another timeline.

Song Che had more ideas than Xia Li, so he understood most of the situation immediately.

Song Che felt that what the bad woman said was half true and half false. This woman's goal seemed very simple... to change Xia Li as she was now, but what about herself?

"I want to live a slow life and not repeat the same mistakes," the wicked woman answered Song Che's question.

"Mind reading?" This time it was Song Che who asked.

"Hmm, mind-reading magic."

“Okay.” Song Che sorted out the situation and prepared to figure out how to balance their lives. This wicked woman was going to stay here for a while, and Xia Li didn’t like her. So, Xia Li had to be the first choice. He definitely couldn’t let her share a room with Xia Li, and he certainly couldn’t share a room with her himself…

Before Song Che could finish his thought, the wicked woman spoke up, "I don't need to sleep, I just want to..."

She thought for a moment, "I just want to play with you guys, that's all."

“Okay.” Song Che didn’t stop her. If she didn’t cause trouble, being friends wasn’t out of the question, but it depended on what Xia Li thought. She definitely didn’t want to hang out with bad women.

“…Let’s play then.” Xia Li suddenly spoke up. “I don’t care what the future holds, nor do I care whether it’s illusory or not. I only care about the present, because the present is what truly exists.”

"Good idea." The wicked woman didn't hold back her praise. "But do you remember why a witch is a witch?"

"..."

"Because the witch is Zixia Fairy."

"..."

Three people stood on the street, watching people come and go. The sun shone, the wind blew, and everything was fine.

After a while, the wicked woman suddenly said, "It's time to go back."

Xia Li looked at her, "Going back where?"

“Go back to reality,” the wicked woman said. “Spending too much time in dreams is bad for your health.”

She raised her hand, and the surrounding scenery began to blur.

Xia Li was still savoring those words.

She felt she needed to watch the movie again.

She knew that a witch was a witch because she had lost something, but she didn't know what it was.

Chapter 145 Where to Sleep?

The wicked woman refused to leave no matter what, and she explained most of what she could, especially proving that she was Xia Li by talking about things like erotic novels... Xia Li didn't believe anything else, but she immediately broke out in a cold sweat when this was mentioned, which made Song Che wonder what the two of them were hiding from him.

This erotic novel... there's some speculation about it. Could it be that Xia Li is actually a pervert?

Song Che wasn't sure, but seeing that Xia Li acknowledged that the other person was indeed him, he stopped worrying about it and washed the dishes.

When I came out, I saw the two of them arguing again.

The black-haired Xia Li looked more composed, but not by much. When they got into a fight, both Xia Lis were like children, and they were about to start bickering.

“You don’t belong here. I’m already doing you a favor by letting you stay here, but you’re pushing your luck. This is the scarf Song Che gave me. Put it down!”

What's yours is mine.

"...You are you, and I am me."

"Then I'll give you this." The wicked woman took off her tattered cloth and handed it to Xia Li. "This is the scarf. Let's switch."

“…Do you think I’m stupid?” Xia Li felt that the other person was disrespecting her.

"You're so silly." The wicked woman put the scarf back. "I told you, I've tried many possibilities. Song Che is trying to find a way to be with you now, like you two are running for your lives and it suddenly starts raining. He couldn't go far to begin with, but he still has to hold an umbrella for you. Do you know why?"

"..." Some vague concepts surfaced in Xia Li's mind, but she didn't know exactly why.

"Because you once held an umbrella for him." The wicked woman's tone was gentle. "I'm here, indeed for myself, but I also want to help you. I ask you, if the future is already predetermined, will you still move forward with determination?"

"I..." Xia Li didn't quite understand.

The wicked woman laughed, "Then let me tell you, anything is possible in the future."

Xia Li didn't understand what she was saying, but she was certain, "I will seize the moment."

"Really?" the wicked woman said meaningfully. "Then you'd better seize the moment."

……

Bad women are like cultivators, sitting for an entire morning, closing their eyes and meditating.

After the college entrance exam, the weather grew hotter and hotter. The cicadas kept chirping, their voices loud and dense, as if they wanted to sing for the whole summer. But the bad woman seemed not to hear them, her heart as calm as still water.

By noon, it was even hotter. Song Che rolled up his sleeves, but the wicked woman remained unmoved.

The computer is on, but no one is watching it. One TV series finished airing, and then commercials started. After the commercials, another TV series started airing.

Xia Li leaned against the left side of the sofa, staring blankly at the computer screen.

Xia Li, with black hair, sat on the right side of the sofa, her legs crossed.

Song Che sat in the middle, glancing left and right intermittently.

He found that he was beginning to be able to tell the two people apart.

It wasn't just the hair color. The silver-haired one sat more upright, as if she were always tense; the black-haired one also sat upright, but her shoulders were more relaxed, as if she was used to this posture. The silver-haired one blinked faster when looking at people; the black-haired one didn't blink much when looking at people, just staring for a long time.

And facial expressions.

The silver-haired one purses her lips when she's unhappy, while the black-haired one lowers her eyes when she's unhappy.

These differences are minor, but you can see them after sitting for a while.

"What are you looking at?" Xia Li suddenly asked.

Song Che was taken aback for a moment, "I didn't see anything."

“You’ve been watching us.”

"I am..."

He paused, then said, "I'm just looking at you."

Xia Li looked at him. "What did you figure out?"

Song Che thought for a moment, "I can tell you're different."

"What's different?"

“In many places,” Song Che said, “the way you sit, the way you look at people, when you’re unhappy…”

As he was talking, he suddenly noticed that Xia Li with black hair was also looking at him.

“Go on,” said Xia Li, who has black hair.

Song Che felt a bit pressured being stared at by two people at the same time. "It's just... some minor details."

"For example?" Xia Li with silver hair pressed.

Song Che thought for a moment, "For example, she wouldn't have the same expression as you right now."

Xia Li was taken aback. "What expression?"

“It’s just…” Song Che didn’t know how to put it, “it’s that kind of… serious expression.”

Xia Li looked at the black-haired Xia Li.

Xia Li, with her black hair, nodded. "I really don't know how."