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Volume 1: Chapter 813 The Three of Us Are Really Amazing

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A sudden whirlwind lifted Xia Die's black cloak, and her dreamy, snow-purple hair, as beautiful as the aurora borealis, cascaded out, flying wildly in the wind and brushing against her pale, almost transparent cheeks.

Her cherry lips, so thinly pigmented they looked pitiful, were slightly parted, and her delicate, doll-like face was filled with confusion.

It was as if they could hardly believe they were in reality.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Qiong deliberately tilted her head and leaned closer.

Don't ask why I use musical notes when I speak.

The answer is that she learned it from the pink fat lady.

"Your hands are a bit cold... It seems these thick gloves aren't enough. Do you need me to lend you my pocket? It has a built-in high-tech temperature control."

Qiong felt that Xing should ask the manufacturer for advertising fees.

Refreshing and enthusiastic words kept entering my ears.

"See, it's warmed up now, isn't it?"

Qiong raised their intertwined hands.

March 7th's short boots spun around, crunching through the snow.

The purple cube stared intently, its eyes fixed on the unknown location.

Studying hard...

Tirispius's smile froze slightly.

Although it's inappropriate to flirt with a girl like this in front of March 7th and Tirispius, there's no other way.

With such a classic plot and a perfect opportunity laid out before him, it would be difficult for Qiong to suppress his restless, foolish heart if he didn't do something.

What is the character design of Mr. Gray Raccoon?

Fight against the pink fairy.

Qiong felt a surge of joy and put on an Alicia Persona mask, her smile bright and gentle.

"Hmm? It feels like there's a throbbing sensation coming from your hand."

"Could it be that you've thought of something you can do together that's making your heart race?"

"Hold on tighter, or if you can't think of anything right now, how about we start by exchanging our heartbeats?"

"On such a special day, isn't it romantic to feel each other's rhythm?"

March 7 and Tirispius were completely stunned by this dramatic scene.

Especially when they heard Qiong's cryptic way of speaking, the expressions on their faces were quite a sight to behold.

stunned

Silly.

Only the purple Rubik's Cube held in March 7th's hands seemed to have its underlying code triggered upon hearing these words and the word 'romance'.

"Huh~?"

He wholeheartedly agreed with what Qiong said, jumping around and cheering her on.

"Confused?!"

Look how excited the child is, he can speak fluently now.

As for the faraway butterfly?

Is your normal attack an area-of-effect attack that can hit twice, or even a critical hit? Do you like that?

She completely lost her usual aloofness and composure.

Her beautiful, shapely body trembled uncontrollably due to her uncontrollable emotions.

"Want a hug?"

With an irresistible invitation, Qiong opened her arms.

"Your Mightiness……"

The girl tried to calm the trembling in her voice, but her heart was pounding with increasingly rapid breathing.

"Excuse me!"

Xia Die suppressed her inner impulse with all her might, almost exhausting all the courage she had accumulated over a thousand years, before finally raising her arms.

He carefully and very slowly embraced Qiong.

She held it so tightly yet so carefully, as if she were restraining her fear and despair, or as if she were handling the most precious treasure in the world, afraid that she would destroy it if she touched it.

Amidst the contradictions and absurdities, a silent, solitary courage is revealed.

Qiong smiled slightly, then hugged her tightly with both arms, holding her slender body close to his chest.

Skin pressed together through thin clothing, a subtle, cool fragrance, a blend of snow and nameless flowers, wafted into our nostrils.

But at this moment, Qiong felt no romantic feelings.

When it's time to express his feelings, he can remain absolutely indifferent even if a group of beautiful young women were to perform a striptease in front of him.

This is called the self-cultivation of a fool.

Without this skill, you'll be completely outmatched when playing with fireworks.

"Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Qiong gently patted Xia Die's head, as if coaxing a child.

As for the tone, it would feel a bit awkward for a completely male version of Alicia to use it, so Sora has adjusted it.

It retains the essence of [the character/style], while also possessing the genuine charm of a sunny and cheerful young man.

You must be very lonely, right?

"It's okay, now you can hug me as much as you want."

A persona is a psychological imitation of the person in question.

The thought that Alicia would say such things to Xia Die, who had suffered such a fate, filled Qiong with emotion.

Tsk tsk, that pink fat woman is so wicked!

Who can resist such flirting?

what?

Am I the one flirting with the other person now?

That's fine.

Xia Die's defenses were completely breached.

"Tick, tick..."

Tears streamed down her perfectly curved profile and fell to the ground.

embrace.

This is an extremely ordinary behavior for most people.

This was the second time in Xia Die's long life.

The first time I hugged someone.

It was during the Aidirian period, which lasted for hundreds of years.

A little girl, holding her hand through a tree branch, invited her to a bonfire party.

She was just an ordinary person who, at the age when she was about to go to the underworld, met Xia Die again, who had returned to sweep the graves.

It was also in a cemetery.

“I’m not afraid, it’s just… a little regretful. You must be very lonely, Sister Xia Die, always watching people die.”

An aged yet kind and gentle voice seemed to echo in my ears, transcending time and space.

Their words overlapped with Qiong's.

"I also want to give others a big hug when we part ways."

"Sister Xia Die, give me a big hug."

Unfortunately, a full embrace is something that Xia Die longs for but cannot attain.

Even though it lasted only a few seconds, the warmth of that embrace is something Xia Die has never forgotten.

This snowy plain in the far north holds extraordinary memories for Xia Die.

It was where her memories began.

She used to gaze at the people in the city in a daze.

The short warrior practiced martial arts in front of the temple every day, the middle-aged priest under the tower occasionally liked to doze off, and the ascetic scholar distributed Antirhin flower cakes to the children.

In the distance, children were having a snowball fight, their laughter like ripe fruit falling into her heart.

But if she mustered the courage to take a step closer, they would back away.

None of the children dared to look her in the eye, out of awe.

All the sighs flowed from her fingertips, all the words of comfort were blocked by her hands, and all the sobs were swallowed in her palms.

"How long will this continue...?"

Xia Die asked the question more than once.

But no one could answer her.

Xia Die hates death, which is why she strives to live on and refuses to let herself die, otherwise it would be a compromise with death.

So she left Aidiria alone and embarked on a journey to find Senatos.

Why do you want to ask the Titan who controls death?

Why did she end up with death?

Senatos has been missing for a thousand years, and no trace or clue can be found.

Xia Die will occasionally return to Aidiria to sweep everyone's graves and repair new epitaphs.

This time, however, is different from any other time.

She was able to truly embrace him fully.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh...!!"

Tears streamed down her face like a broken string, gushing forth. Xia Die's sobs grew louder and louder, until finally, she burst into loud wails.

A thousand years later, this is another time she has unrestrainedly released her emotions through tears.

The cries echoed through the empty, desolate cemetery, so mournful they sent shivers down one's spine.

March 7th and Tirispius, who were originally looking at the firm embrace of He Xiaodie, both had somewhat subtle expressions on their faces.

But then I heard Xia Die's heart-wrenching cries.

moment.

All the unnecessary and chaotic thoughts were extinguished by the crying.

Both of them were only slightly surprised that Qiong was immune to Xiaodie's Death Touch, and then easily accepted it.

And that girl, for a thousand years, never touched anyone, small animals, or even the flowers and plants by the roadside.

"Oh, how pitiful!"

No one heard the lamentations of March 7th.