My wife is a witch princess.

When she gets angry, she likes to hit people on the head with her magic wand, from humans to dragons to heroes. Now that she doesn't have her magic wand, she's somehow gotten a tree branch instead.

Snapped--

Song Che slapped it away, sending it flying into the wheel of a bicycle.

Song Che is a slut, Xia Li is an idiot, and the tree branch...it's so embarrassing.

Lin Xiali stood there, her hands empty, stunned. That swift reaction, that familiar disrespect…

He's rebellious to the core, just like that little rascal.

She was certain that the boy in front of her was Song Che, who had used alchemy to regain his youth.

"I've regarded you as my child for nearly a hundred years, but I never imagined you would age before me. I exhausted all my magical potions, yet I couldn't change the outcome..."

We have a contract. Breaking the contract will turn you into a pig rolling in the mud, a slime being eaten by goblins, or a crucian carp being braised or steamed.

She tried to threaten him, but Lin Xiali's aggression was so low that Song Che didn't feel insulted at all, but he couldn't let her continue.

I treat you like a witch, but you want to be my mother. Is that reasonable?

I agree, but even my own mother disagrees.

Furthermore... crucian carp cannot be braised and steamed at the same time, you idiot!

"Song Che, and this girl, what are you talking about..."

Relatives? Nearly a century ago?

Grandpa Zhang was stunned. He recognized both words, but he didn't recognize them when they were applied to Lin Xiali.

Without hesitation, he quickly searched for the phone number of the mental hospital in Nanhui City, but his fingers trembled as he couldn't make out the number.

This girl's illness... is very serious.

Song Che put down Bruce and Celery, turned around, took out money at the oden shop, bought a gluten stick, and stuffed it into Xia Li's mouth. He didn't care if she was treated as mentally ill, but she would implicate him.

When the time comes, will the doctor ask her who her family members are?

Xia Li: Song Che.

Who pays?

Xia Li: Song Che.

Do you have an ID card?

Xia Li: What is that thing?

The doctor found out I was unregistered, so I went to ask the police.

When he got angry, he hit the other person on the head with his magic wand.

Assaulting a police officer?

They've got guns!

A society governed by the rule of law is not a witch's castle in another world where you can knock someone's head off whenever you want.

“Song Che, hot.”

Xia Li's words were mumbled indistinctly.

It's hot, let me blow on it for you?

Song Che ignored her words, put his schoolbag and other belongings next to his bicycle, and tried to calm down Grandpa Zhang's agitated desire to find a mental hospital.

"I'm sorry, her head got caught in an elevator when she was a child... she has some issues, her IQ is only half that of a normal person."

"I can see that, she's quite pitiful."

"She is you..."

"Okay, I admit it, she's my sister. She's a hopeless case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). This girl just loves to talk nonsense and is always causing trouble for humanity."

"Causing trouble for humans?"

Grandpa Zhang didn't quite understand this explanation. He was vaguely aware that the girl was probably his sister, but he had a feeling that Song Che was just playing a fool with him.

That won't do. He just denied having a sister, clearly thinking she was stupid and didn't want to take responsibility.

Even if they're foolish, they're still family.

Taking care of him is troublesome, but that can't be an excuse to abandon him. Song Che, this kid... when did he become so insensible?

"Is she my biological sister?"

"..."

Seeing Song Che remain silent, Grandpa Zhang gave an awkward smile.

Song Che was afraid that if she continued to argue, something bad would really happen. If Grandpa Zhang called the doctor, she would first hit the doctor with a stick and then say that she wasn't sick, but just like the old lady who liked to hit people.

Even those who aren't sick are now acting like they are.

"Uncle Zhang, if my sister behaved in any way just now, I apologize in advance. I have some things to take care of at home, so I have to go first. I also have to get up early tomorrow."

"Oh, something's up? Okay, I won't ask any more questions."

Grandpa Zhang shook his head, sighed a few times, looked at the girl limping, and then looked at the branch stuck in the bicycle wheel.

He had lived most of his life and had seen people who were truly insane and those who were just pretending to be crazy, but this girl was different.

Her eyes were truly clear, yet also truly bewildered. When she talked about killing someone, it was as if she were talking about buying a cabbage, without a trace of malice. It was more like... something in her head had gone wrong.

"His head got caught in an elevator before..." Grandpa Zhang clicked his tongue and nodded to himself, "No wonder, poor kid."

Lin Xiali looked at Song Che without saying a word. When he left, her lips moved, but in the end she didn't say a word. She picked up the branch and silently followed him.

Whether she was alone in a foreign land or in the witch's castle, she only had one acquaintance, Song Che, although this acquaintance didn't treat her very well.

But apart from Song Che, who was rebellious but willing to run errands and clean up messes for her, no one was willing to get close to her.

She limped along, following behind him stubbornly without uttering a sound. She didn't want to be disliked or seen as a nuisance.

This is the truth that Song Che realized a hundred years after her death.

Chapter 3: Eating fish can cure legs; if that doesn't work, go find Xia Li.

Unit 2, first floor.

The stairwell was cramped and damp. The old motion-activated lights were unreliable. Song Che stomped his foot lightly, causing the overhead light to flicker. He looked down and fumbled for his keys in his pocket.

Xia Li looked up at the light bulb. She had been wondering for a long time when she was outside why those tall poles were glowing, since they were neither dancing flames nor condensed magic.

"Don't stare at it for too long, it'll make your eyes go blind."

"Are you very familiar with this world?"

"I can't say for sure, I'll look for the keys first."

Song Che rummaged through his keychain and searched for it under the motion-activated light for two minutes. He hadn't touched his keys in decades and had almost forgotten which one he had.

He went upstairs, and Xia Li followed him upstairs.

A muffled groan of pain sounded behind me.

Song Che turned around, "What's wrong with you?"

"...I'm fine."

The little girl was soft all over, except for her stubbornness.

The lighting was dim and the space was cramped, so Song Che didn't notice that Xia Li's lips were completely bloodless. Her voice was already toneless, and the pain made her speak even more briefly and rapidly.

Pushing open the door and turning on the living room chandelier, the home's layout matched his memories. Song Che put down Bruce and changed into cotton slippers.

Outside the door, Xia Li stood quietly, her large witch's hat obscuring her face, making her less aloof and more at a loss. She usually studied potions and magic in the castle and never visited other people's houses.

Looking at the warm, inviting lights inside, she hesitated whether she should step inside.

“So you used to live here.” She pulled down the brim of her hat and said softly, “You never told me this.”

"I live alone, in a small 60-square-meter place, nothing much to say."

Song Che glanced at them, handed the cotton slippers to Xia Li, and changed into a pair of sandals for himself.

"Come in, there are only two pairs at home, you can wear your own if you don't like them."

Xia Li took the slippers, slowly squatted down, untied the shoelaces, and pulled down her ankle boots. Her stockings were tight, covering her calves up to her arches, and her feet were encased in white stockings.

After changing into slippers, she stood up, her calves stinging, but Xia Li was more concerned about something else.

She pointed to the chandelier switch that Song Che had pressed, "Instant magic that can be performed without incantations?"

"No, it's electricity... household electricity. You can control the current through resistance and voltage. You can try pressing it once, then pressing it again."

Xia Li pressed the button once, and the light went out; she pressed it again, and the light came back on.

"Amazing magic, it can be released without any sense of magic power. I want to study it."

"I already said it's not magic. Wait, where did you get that little hammer?"

"I want to analyze its mechanical formulas and understand its internal structure, so that it can be combined with alchemy."

"Put that thing away! You'll have to pay the landlady for damaging things!"

Xia Li silently put away the small hammer and turned to look at the door.

"Don't smash that one outside the door."

"Oh."

She turned her head back, her eyes filled with resentment.

Under the light, Xia Li's face was clearly visible. Her lips were pursed, and her cheeks were red from the cold. When she saw Song Che staring at her, she didn't back down and stared back.

Staring...

Yes, since she couldn't study alchemy, she was thinking about when Song Che would cook. But looking like this, Song Che probably wouldn't realize she was hungry; he would just think that this girl had lost her mind again.

Staring...

Song Che was pondering the label on Xia Li's head.

"weak"