My wife is a witch princess.

Xia Li didn't understand.

Xia Li, with her black hair, pointed out the window, "Look at that tree outside the window."

Xia Li looked over.

The old tree had dense leaves that rustled in the wind. When Xia Li first saw it, it was bare; the second time she saw it, it had sprouted new buds.

“When you look at it, you think it's beautiful. It sprouts in spring, grows lush in summer, sheds its leaves in autumn, and is bare in winter. You think that's just how nature is.”

She paused for a moment, then said, "When I look at it, I'm reminded of what it looked like when it was a baby. Decades ago, it wasn't this tall. It was blown down by the wind once, but it grew back up."

Xia Li turned back to look at her.

“You’re looking at the present,” said Xia Li, with her black hair. “I’m looking at the past. That’s the difference.”

Xia Li didn't speak, but walked back to the bedside and sat down. She picked up the book "Being and Nothingness," flipped through it, and then put it down.

"Do you think I shouldn't be reading these books?" she asked.

“It’s not that you shouldn’t have,” Xia Li with black hair said. “It’s that you’re reading too hastily. You’re afraid you won’t have enough time to become human, so you’re desperately reading books, trying to find the answer. But the answer isn’t in the books.”

Where?

“In…” Xia Li with black hair thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled, “In the ice cream.”

Xia Li was stunned for a moment.

When you ate ice cream today, did the first bite and the last bite taste the same?

Xia Li thought for a moment, "It's different."

Which one do you like?

"The first bite."

"why?"

"Because it's cold."

Xia Li, with her black hair, smiled. "That's the answer."

Xia Li looked at her without saying anything.

“You don’t need to understand what a person is,” Xia Li with black hair said. “You just need to know that the first bite of ice cream is the coldest, the midday sun is the hottest, and being with him makes your heart softest. That’s enough.”

Xia Li listened and suddenly smiled too.

"What are you laughing at?" Xia Li, with her black hair, asked.

"What you just said is more interesting than what's written in that book."

Chapter 150 Her Song Che, Her Song Che

The days passed in a flurry of activity. The refrigerator always had a few popsicles left, and Song Che would always replenish them in time, but he would make sure Xia Li ate her popsicles as usual.

Xia Li can't resist human food; half of the money she earns from manual labor goes into it.

She eats when she's sad, she eats when she's happy, she eats when she's bored, and she snacks whenever she has nothing to do. Song Che noticed that she's gained a lot of weight recently. In the summer, when she wears thin clothes, he can easily spot that Xia Li has a little belly.

Last time I used my lap as a pillow, my lower abdomen was flat, but now it looks a bit fleshy.

It's very soft if you squeeze it.

She has gained weight.

I've gained five or six pounds.

If it weren't for the fact that she would take Song Che for a walk every afternoon after dinner, she would have gained more than ten pounds.

Unlock the new form directly.

Xia Li, the chubby little girl.

Although Xia Li loves to eat, she is not stingy. She always shares some snacks with Song Che. As a foodie, sharing food with others is undoubtedly a failure.

Foodies should honestly finish all the food.

Xia Li and the bad woman sometimes play a game of pretending to be Xia Li, but Song Che can no longer tell the difference. The bad woman's imitation skills are gradually improving, and her personality is becoming just like Xia Li's, sometimes sullen.

In the end, they couldn't tell the difference, so they stopped playing. The "bad woman" would meditate and read novels instead of playing games, and her bookshelf started to have more fantasy novels about cultivating immortality.

It seems the two of them have talked about everything they needed to talk about recently. Apart from her usual foodie tendencies kicking in, Xia Li spends her days lying on the bed bored, with nothing much to do. She ponders some questions about existence.

The final answer was vague.

Or rather, it's not that it's vague, but that she doesn't like it.

She still has some doubts.

Logically speaking, she is no different from a normal human being.

Witches are no different from humans; the difference lies in magic and the ability to perceive emotions.

She has basically solved all of these problems.

But why haven't bad women disappeared yet?

If she were no longer a witch, she wouldn't have such an obsession until the end of the world, and the bad woman would disappear. But now the bad woman is still alive and kicking, and she even takes away her snacks. Xia Li is so angry that she grinds her teeth.

This wicked woman is quite formidable, and also hypocritical. She claims to have experienced all of this, so she justifies preventing her from using magic, all in order to turn her into a real person.

Xia Li felt that she already was.

But reality says otherwise.

She lay on the bed and secretly glanced at the bad woman.

There is no sign of it disappearing.

Based on Xia Li's understanding of herself, the other party was very likely lying.

Because she does this when she's lying.

As for where she was being lied to, she couldn't figure it out.

Because this logic seems sound at first glance.

The wicked woman seemed to have finished her meditation, leaned over and sat down beside her. "Would you like to hear what the future holds today?"

"I want to hear it."

This is one of the topics they talk about most.

This includes the people he will meet in the future, the women who will threaten his position, whether Song Che will be improper, and what trouble he might encounter in the future.

Of course, the bad woman's original words are for reference only, and the final interpretation rests with her.

The wicked woman didn't look at Xia Li, who was lying face down, and continued in her usual tone, "In the future, I tried some interesting things, such as imitating humans, imitating them in every way."

"I've thought about this, but I can't put it into practice."

“I suggest you don’t try it, or try it in the world I created. You also have the ability to enter dreams,” the wicked woman continued. “I used magic to completely imitate a stage of myself as a human, from birth to adulthood and finally to old age. My physical condition was also random. At first, I didn’t feel any changes and could still do whatever I wanted. But as I got older, the human body would age and I would be unable to do many things.”

"Yes, I know that."

“I suddenly feel you should experience this.” The wicked woman showed a rare moment of contemplation. “Time is precious because it is finite. Humans are at their best when they are young because they will age. Witches don’t have this concern, which is an advantage for witches. But at the same time, witches will lose something in return… the appreciation for time and the appreciation for physical health. In endless time, they can only taste loneliness and cannot truly taste happiness. And I want to taste happiness, so… I need what you understand.”

"I will try." Xia Li felt she wanted to give it a try. As an observer, she had a completely different perspective than experiencing things firsthand. She now understood a principle: most things in the world require personal experience, feeling joy and pain, to know whether something is good or bad.

Otherwise, one will still harbor a sense of wishful thinking.

In other words, you can't teach someone by just one person, but you can learn something by just one instruction.

The bad woman continued, "I wanted to experience this because of Song Che. I wanted to experience Song Che's life, but I found that it was actually quite good. Life was fulfilling and there weren't too many burdens."

“Yes.” Xia Li, as a witch, also agreed with this idea. Like many people, she would have a biased view of a path she hadn’t taken before, believing that choosing this path would definitely be better than the one she was currently on.

But she still wanted Song Che to experience her life.

When you like someone, you want to be with them forever.

Just like the saying goes, "May we find one heart to share and stay together until our hair turns white," separation always brings pain.

The wicked woman suddenly reached out and produced an object out of thin air. "An elixir of immortality, one bottle. This elixir is more terrifying than the forbidden one. I made it, but there's only one bottle left."

"How did you do that?" Xia Li was very curious. She had been researching this for a hundred years, but had never found a way.

“Only a witch can make this,” the wicked woman whispered. “This potion will create another witch. By witch, I mean just a name. If you give it to Song Che, he will become just like you before. What would you choose?”

"I choose..."

"Can't choose, can you?" the wicked woman laughed.

"Ah."

"If you can't choose, then don't choose." The wicked woman put the potion away. "These are all other paths, but the path I want to take is another one. You'll know when you succeed."

"...Can't we say now?"

"What I'm thinking is that you and Song Che can both have a choice, and both can regret it."

"...Is this possible?"

“Yes, but it takes time and practice.” The wicked woman sat back on the balcony. “I’m trying, but there’s one more thing… Song Che needs to check his grades today, and that’s the most important thing today.”

……

It's a cloudy day today.

When Song Che woke up in the morning, it wasn't very bright, and the air was sticky. He stood by the window and glanced outside. There was no one in the alley, the leaves of the old trees were still, and even the cicadas weren't chirping.

This kind of weather is the most uncomfortable; it's like it's going to rain but it doesn't, and it's like it's going to be sunny but it doesn't, making people feel restless and anxious.

He didn't sleep well last night.

It wasn't because he was nervous; Xia Li kept rummaging through the refrigerator in the living room, grabbing an ice pop or a carton of yogurt—he heard her do this three or four times. Later, he drifted off to sleep, vaguely feeling someone cover him with a blanket, which woke him up because he was too hot. He couldn't fall back asleep for a long time.

He glanced at himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth.

My eyes are a little swollen, but I feel okay.

It's been almost a month since the college entrance exam ended, and he hasn't thought much about his scores. He checked his answers on the day of the exam: he got one multiple-choice question wrong in Chinese, the third part of the last math problem was off, his English essay was rushed, but his science score went better than usual. He estimated his score to be between 630 and 650, but that number was a blur in his mind; he couldn't remember it, and he didn't want to think about it.

This score was much higher than usual, and I did very well on the exam.

When Xia Li came out of the bathroom, the two Xia Lis were already sitting in the living room. Xia Li was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding an ice pop in her hand.