My wife is a witch princess.

The reason she hasn't disappeared is because they have no causal relationship whatsoever. Everything she's doing now is entirely her own doing. In other words, she's not Xia Li.

She wasn't a witch, nor was she human; she was simply... in...

Who is she?

She was also confused.

She was questioning her own existence.

But she was so unwilling to accept it.

……

Hard work pays off, and there's nothing more gratifying than that.

Song Che has always believed that hard-working people should be rewarded.

So many people in the world work so hard and are so dedicated, yet they don't receive the recognition they deserve. He feels a sense of injustice.

But there was nothing we could do.

So he was lucky.

Hard work will eventually pay off.

It's a very difficult thing.

He's been thinking about whether or not to take the college entrance exam ever since he got back.

From childhood to adulthood, the most important lesson he learned was to constantly understand himself, but he could never truly understand that his strength and talent had reached their limit, and how he could ascend to the heavenly palace.

he thinks.

Try to think.

But each effort yielded roughly the same result—neither particularly good nor particularly bad.

This time… it was as if someone had seen his efforts. Song Che originally thought that it would be good if his grades were the same as before. But now he has exceeded expectations and reached the highest level he could achieve.

Now that I think about it, are those people who can score 700 points still human?

Song Che was happy today, and he was happy to see Xia Li as well.

The first time he saw Xia Li, she hugged him tightly like a girl, rubbing against him.

Why was she so happy?

After processing the messages, Song Che lay down on the sofa.

Next comes volunteering.

Universities and majors.

He stayed in Nanhui to be with his parents and Xia Li.

Song Che had already made up his mind.

Xia Li was probably too happy, but didn't know how to express it, so she went to the refrigerator and started eating ice cream to cool herself down.

The wicked woman smiled and sat down next to Song Che, her every move composed, unlike Xia Li, who couldn't hide her excitement.

"Song Che, look at what I have in my hand."

The wicked woman held out her hand to Song Che. He turned his head and looked at it with a puzzled expression. He saw a wish card lying quietly in the wicked woman's hand, which said that one wish could be granted.

"This is..." Song Che paused, "...something I wrote?"

"Um, I've kept the one you gave me, so... can I use it now?" The wicked woman paused for the first time, which was unusual. "Me too... Xia Li, can't I use it?"

Song Che remembered this; Xia Li had given him a talisman before, and he had given this to Xia Li.

But he doesn't know how to resolve this wish card.

Logically speaking...

This matter cannot be handled according to reason; it is a special circumstance.

Xia Li came out with ice cream. "What are you talking about?"

Her gaze fell on the wicked woman's hand, and she took a bite of her ice cream, saying casually, "Oh, I have this too, but I haven't figured out how to use it."

"Hmm, I've figured out how to use it now." The wicked woman withdrew her hand. "I just want to grant you a small wish. Afterwards... I'll give you two gifts."

Song Che glanced at the wicked woman, then at Xia Li.

He suddenly realized... that he was henpecked.

"Is it okay?" Song Che asked Xia Li.

“Sure.” Xia Li seemed unconcerned. “She said it was a small wish, and I have one too. If she makes any unreasonable requests, I’ll just use this card to make up for it.”

"For once, I've been smart," the wicked woman laughed. "I won't make any unreasonable demands."

"Okay." Song Che prepared himself. "Go ahead and say it."

"Just one more hug..." the bad woman paused for a long time, "Just one more."

"Come on." Song Che was quite generous about this; a hug was nothing difficult.

He stood up, and the bad woman stood up too. They looked at each other for a moment, and Song Che took the initiative to stretch out his arms and gently hug her. The bad woman paused for a moment, and then put her arms around his shoulders, just like Song Che... gently.

She whispered something in my ear, her voice soft and almost choked with tears, “I’m here, it’s all over now, don’t blame yourself.”

Strange words rang in his ears, and fragments of memories that did not belong to him flashed through Song Che's mind.

He failed the college entrance exam, time was cut short, he blamed himself and gave up, and died in despair.

...It's so painful.

Song Che felt his heart beat twice as fast in an instant.

The feeling of pain overwhelmed him.

The wicked woman added, "It's all alright now, Che. You tried your best, I saw it all."

The pain vanished instantly, along with those fragments of memory.

Song Che released the bad woman as usual, only realizing it later.

What just happened?

Ok.

None of it matters.

The future looks promising; it's a good start.

No need to overthink it, just move forward.

The wicked woman let go of him and sat back down in the seat next to him. "I said I would give you two gifts, but I can't tell you yet. As for the reason why I won't tell you... it's to surprise you."

"How surprising is it?" Song Che became interested.

"A big surprise."

"Okay, whatever it is, thank you in advance." Song Che felt very relaxed. "How about we go out for a meal today? You probably like fish too."

"Well... never mind this time." The wicked woman actually rejected him.

"never mind?"

"Hmm, I have something to do today." A misty aura returned to the wicked woman's face. "Next time, I'll go with you next time. Forget about today, I have to go out."

"Okay." Song Che didn't press her. "Then you go ahead with your work."

"Before I leave, I'd like to hear one more thing from you to Xia Li."

"What?"

"This love... should be as firm as a rock, unwavering and steadfast, and I should also be as firm as a rock, steadfast and unyielding."

"...It's so strange that you're suddenly saying something like that." Song Che rubbed his hair. "Say that to Xia Li? It feels like you're playing matchmaker."

"Yes, telling Xia Li is the same as telling me." The wicked woman no longer hid her thoughts, because she knew that Song Che must have already figured it out.

That little scheme of hers.

I don't want to hide it anymore.

The wicked woman pleaded, "Can I have another wish, as a matter of my own whims?"

Song Che paused, "This situation should be..."

……

"I want to take a shower." Xia Li wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Eating grilled fish in the summer is so hot."

"We'll be home soon." Song Che was also very hot.

……

"Good morning, Song Che."

"Good morning, what would you like to eat?"

……

"Good morning, Song Che!"

"Good morning, Xia Li."

……

"morning!"

"Yes, good morning."

……

"Song Che, where did that wicked woman go?"

"seems like it."

……

……

Sunrise and sunset, wind rises and falls, the daily "good morning" message flows like water, blooming like fireworks in the mortal world and then disappearing.