My wife is a witch princess.

Our daily routine is to eat popsicles at eight o'clock.

"Are the results coming out today?" Xia Li asked.

Song Che was taken aback. "How did you know?"

“You said it yourself. You said it the day before yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that too.”

Song Che couldn't remember saying it so many times. "I've said it so many times?"

Xia Li nodded and took a bite of her popsicle. "Yeah. It's always at night, when I'm lying in bed, tossing and turning, when I say it."

He thought he was just thinking those words in his head, but he never expected them to come out aloud.

Xia Li, with her black hair, suddenly opened her eyes. "What time are we leaving?"

"They said it would be 10 a.m.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. Nine twenty. Forty minutes to go.

Xia Li threw the popsicle stick into the trash can, got off the sofa, walked barefoot to the refrigerator, and took another one.

"Do you want some?" she asked Song Che.

"Don't eat."

Are you nervous?

"good."

Xia Li looked at him and put the popsicle back.

Song Che sat down on the sofa and glanced at his phone. No one was talking in the group chat; Jiang Shuo hadn't sent a message, nor had Zhang Hanyu. They were probably all waiting. He put his phone down, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling.

"Your palms are sweaty," Xia Li suddenly said.

Song Che looked down at his hands. They were indeed a bit damp, so he wiped them on his pants.

"Would you like an ice pop?" she asked again.

"Need not."

"Want some water?"

"Not thirsty."

"Then I'll have one."

"Eat."

Xia Li grabbed another one, this time strawberry flavored, with pink packaging. "You'll definitely pass the exam."

Song Che looked at her, "How did you know?"

"Because you tried your best."

Xia Li, with her black hair, nodded beside her, "Mm."

The two spoke and nodded at the same time. Looking at them, Song Che suddenly felt less nervous.

Time passed second by second.

9:40.

9:50.

9:55.

The phone screen lit up and dimmed, dimmed and lit up again. No one spoke in the group chat. Song Che refreshed the webpage, but couldn't log in; it was stuck on the login screen. He refreshed it again, still unable to get in. He refreshed it once more, and the page started spinning, spinning for a long time before a message popped up: "System busy, please try again later."

"Can't get in?" Xia Li, with her black hair, asked.

"Yeah, there are too many people."

Song Che put down his phone, stood up, and walked to the window. The alley was still deserted, and the sky was still gray. He stood there for a while, then picked up his phone again and scrolled through it once more.

I still can't get in.

“It’s no use refreshing it all the time,” said Xia Li, who has black hair.

"I know."

"Then why are you still swiping?"

Song Che thought for a moment, "Because I don't know what to do."

At 10:15, his phone suddenly vibrated. It wasn't a webpage that popped up; it was a group voice call from Jiang Shuo. Song Che answered, and Jiang Shuo's voice boomed from the receiver.

"Che! Did you check?! I scored 592! I can get into a 211 university! My parents are going crazy! I'm going crazy too!"

Song Che moved his phone a little further away. "Congratulations."

"What about you! Have you checked?"

"Not yet, we can't get in."

"You should have said so earlier if you couldn't get in! I'd have checked for you! I'm not having any problems here!"

Song Che was taken aback. "You can help me investigate?"

"Give me your exam admission ticket number! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Song Che gave him his exam admission ticket number. Silence fell on the other end of the phone, broken only by the sound of typing. Then came an even longer silence. He glanced at Xia Li on the sofa; she had stopped eating her popsicle and was just holding it, looking at him.

"Che." Jiang Shuo's voice suddenly changed, "Listen to me, you can't get agitated."

Song Che's heart skipped a beat. "Go ahead."

"Your Chinese score is 134."

Song Che was taken aback. This number was lower than he had estimated.

"Mathematics... 141."

"English... 138."

He opened his mouth but didn't say anything; the score was about right.

“Comprehensive science…” Jiang Shuo paused, “…237.”

"Six hundred and fifty in total," Jiang Shuo said, his voice trembling slightly. "Che, you fucking got six hundred and fifty."

Zhang Hanyu's voice broke into the group chat voice call, shouting something. Jiang Shuo was also shouting, but Song Che couldn't hear him. He took the phone away from his ear and looked at the screen. The call was still going on, the seconds ticking. He stared at the ticking number for a long time.

"How much?" Xia Li asked.

"Six hundred and fifty."

Xia Li was stunned for a moment.

Then she smiled, her eyebrows curving, her blue eyes showing a gentle and beautiful smile. She threw the popsicle in her hand onto the coffee table, jumped off the sofa, and ran barefoot to him.

"Six hundred and fifty?" she asked.

"Ah."

"The line you mentioned?"

“The cutoff score for top-tier universities was just over 500 last year,” Song Che said. “A score of 650 would get you into a very good school.”

Xia Li stared at him for a long time. Then she suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. Song Che could feel her heartbeat, fast, just as fast as his. Her hair brushed against his chin, tickling him and smelling sweet like strawberry popsicles.

Xia Li, with her black hair, stood by the window, watching quietly. This scene... she had never experienced before. Her Song Che... failed the college entrance exam and couldn't recover his grades in a short time, so she helped Song Che cheat.

Xia Li let go of him, took a step back, and looked up at him. Her eyes were bright. She had been able to smile like this for a long time, but she would feel embarrassed and strange if she smiled for no reason... But now it was different, and she was very happy.

She saw all of Song Che's hard work at the time, and he deserved the results.

“I told you you would pass the exam,” she said.

Song Che looked at her and smiled. "Mm."

Black-haired Xia Li walked over and simply stood next to Xia Li.

"Congratulations."

Song Che nodded. "Thank you."

My phone vibrated again. Jiang Shuo sent a message, full of exclamation marks, followed by, "Let's go out for drinks. I'm an adult now, and I have to go to school. I have to try the things adults do!"

Scrolling down further, Zhang Hanyu also posted a message, just four words: "Awesome, Che."

Song Che sent the message to his family, and Aunt He also informed them.

Before long, the news spread like wildfire.

"Aunt He is happy that Xiao Che did well on the exam."

Then came Zhang Shushu's voice message. Song Che listened to half of it before turning it off—his mother was crying.

My mother always feels sorry for her son. When she sees that he does well on a test, her first thought is that he must have suffered a lot while studying.

She felt so sorry for him.

He stood in the middle of the living room, with two Xia Lis standing beside him. A breeze began to blow outside the calm window, the leaves of the old trees rustled, and cicadas started chirping, one after another, as if celebrating something.

Celebrating...a resounding victory in the college entrance exams!

This time... she had no regrets!

This time... Xia Li will be happy.

Chapter 151 This Love Should Be...

She had too many regrets. Normal reality is cruel, and that's just how it is. But thankfully... this time she was better. Song Che wouldn't fail the exam, wouldn't be sad alone, and wouldn't be trapped in the vortex of time blaming himself. Although he was still struggling with Xia Li's issues, he had bravely faced them and would walk firmly with Xia Li.

The bad woman is happy.

She also discovered her own problem.

She is Xia Li, but she is not Xia Li. She truly does not belong here. Even though she desperately wants to integrate into this place, or rather, to take Song Che away... after meditating here for more than a month, she cannot make up her mind to separate the two of them.

And... she felt she couldn't separate the two of them.

Xia Li's resolve was unwavering.

She lied to her.