The invitation from fairyland, a premonition of the return date

As soon as the school bell rang, Wang Mo, Chen Sisi, and the others gathered under the sycamore tree behind the teaching building, their expressions solemn. Luo Li, Lan Kongque, and other fairies floated out of their schoolbags, surrounded by a faint aura of fairy magic. The summons from the Floating Cloud Tower had arrived; they must go to the Ye Luoli Fairy Realm to explore the deeper secrets behind the Book of Destiny.

“We don’t know what we’ll encounter on this trip to Fairyland.” Wang Mo held Luo Li’s hand, her eyes filled with determination. “But we must find out the truth behind those prophecies and powers.”

Chen Sisi nodded, and the blue peacock landed on her shoulder: "With the power of the mirror and everyone's strength, there will definitely be no problem."

Shu Yan pushed up his glasses, and Jasmine's fingertips gleamed slightly: "Time magic will help us avoid unnecessary dangers, but... we have to keep it a secret from ordinary people."

Jianpeng patted his chest, and Liangcai jumped onto his head: "Don't worry! We are Ye Luoli warriors!"

The group was discussing their departure time, completely unaware that behind the last row of windows, Wen Zike's small figure was clinging to the window frame, holding a clover doll in her arms, its green eyes slightly open, capturing their conversation. Little Coco didn't quite understand what Wonderland meant yet, only knowing that it was the homeland of fairies, a place full of magic.

"Clover, is Wonderland fun?" she asked softly, the doll in her palm swaying gently as if in response.

At that moment, Wen Lianyao, sitting in the third-to-last row, was packing her schoolbag. Her pen had just touched her workbook when she suddenly stopped. A strange flutter welled up in her heart, like a distant call, or a familiar scent, flashing through her mind. She subconsciously looked out the window, her gaze sweeping over the bustling streets, her heart slightly warm.

It's the scent of my eldest sister.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Wen Lianyao froze. She shook her head, trying to suppress the sudden premonition, but found that the feeling was becoming clearer and clearer—Wen Qian, her eldest sister, seemed to be moving in this direction, as if… she was about to return.

She didn't know where this premonition came from, nor did she know that it was closely related to her sister's upcoming journey into the fairyland. She simply held her pen, gazing at the distant horizon, a faint smile unconsciously playing on her lips.

"Big sister..." Wen Lianyao murmured softly, her eyes filled with anticipation, "Is it you? Are you coming back?"

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her profile, warming her expectant expression. She was completely unaware that her younger sister behind her was blinking her big eyes, secretly planning to go to that place called Fairyland with the Ye Luoli warriors; she was also unaware that her own angel doll was quietly preparing for its arrival as the gears of fate turned.

Deep within the shadows of the trees, Prince Minsk's long silver hair flashed by in the twilight. He not only overheard the Ye Luoli warriors' plan but also caught Wen Lianyao's strong premonition; a playful glint flashed in his icy blue eyes.

"Wenxi?" he repeated the name softly, his fingertips tracing the sapphire on his sleeve. "Interesting, getting more and more interesting."

The wind swirls up fallen leaves, carrying the scent of a fairyland and the promise of returning travelers, hovering quietly above the city.