Time moves inch by inch, it is a slow pace, but also a waiting.

Snow at the end of the year.

It seems to be much slower than usual.

The witch in the snow, with her skirt lifted and her figure twirling, was also slowed down several times in Xu Xi's eyes.

Does it spin beautifully?

Actually not.

The witch's movements were clumsy and stiff, and her expression was serious, as if she was doing something serious.

Such movements and such expressions are not linked to beauty.

Maybe I like this kind of witch.

He smiled.

Pure white snowflakes fell from the sky, blending with the gray hair, the brim of the hat and the eyes, and the bright and hollow eyes reflected the traces of light.

"…Teacher?"

Seeing Xu Xi's smile, the witch stopped.

She thought she had done something wrong.

This made Xu Xi laugh.

"Is it ugly?"

The empty eyes blinked, revealing obvious confusion from the three bright colors.

That kind of picture is kind of cute.

In the snow, Witch Niu Niu stood. Because she stopped suddenly, the witch hat on her head was slightly askew, revealing her unique cuteness in the mess.

"No," Xu Xi shook his head, rejecting the witch's guess.

"It looks great on Krisa."

As he said this, he walked up to the witch, stretched out his hands, pinched one side of the wide brim of the hat, and adjusted the hat for the witch.

In this process.

Xu Xi's fingers touched the witch's gray-silver hair.

It's a very smooth touch.

It forms a sharp silent contrast to the dullness and dryness when we first met.

Krisa stood there quietly, feeling the warm hands brushing past her ears, gently ruffling her hair, and adjusting her oversized witch hat.

The winter cold seemed to be shielded thereby, bringing warm protection to the witch.

Wait until the sorting is completed.

She politely thanked Xu Xi: "Thank you."

Thank you for helping her dress.

Thank you for the compliment from the Department.

It's not that the hat looks good, it's that Krisa looks good in it.

The clumsy witch caught the key words, and an indescribable joy rose and fell in her chest, causing the witch's eyes to ripple.

Xu Xi asked, "Chrisa, is the hat uncomfortable to wear?"

The witch shook her head.

"That's good," Xu Xi took a few steps back and observed the whole body of Krisa, who was wearing a hat, from a farther and more comprehensive perspective.

He nodded with satisfaction and an expression of approval.

"Yes, yes, this hat suits you very well, Chrisa."

"It has a very mysterious aura."

Xu Xi thought that the witch was quite beautiful at this moment. Not only did she have a delicate face, but she also had a graceful posture. Her long gray-silver hair and black tricorne hat set off each other, which was very eye-catching.

He admired it with all his heart.

And bought this hat.

The hat is not expensive, just a very ordinary price.

"Teacher, is this... a New Year's present for me?" The witch asked Xu Xi after leaving the hat shop.

"Of course not."

Xu Xi was somewhat surprised by the witch's question.

He explained with a smile that it was just an ordinary little item and not a New Year's gift.

Maybe I think it is somewhat irresponsible to use small gadgets bought on the street as important New Year gifts.

The reason I bought the witch hat this time.

I just think that this hat is suitable for Chrisa and Chrisa is also interested in it.

That's all.

"Do you think so..."

The slender white fingertips touched the necklace on the chest, and then touched the edge of the hat on the head, gently stroking half a circle, stroking these two items that may have been gifts.

The witch felt that these two completely different objects had similar inner qualities.

It's hard to describe.

The temperature that can warm the cold heart.

"Teacher..."

Krisa said softly: "This hat, consider it as a New Year's gift to me..."

The gift is not important.

Value is not important.

What is important is the thought hidden inside the gift.

The immortal witch has already felt the warmth from Xu Xi, which surrounds her all the time and drives away the cold winter for her.

"I really like your gift..."

The witch added.

The plain sound seemed different from before, like a slowly flowing stream with a few more rippling waves.

"This--"

Xu Xi was a little hesitant, as he still felt that giving him an ordinary hat was a bit too perfunctory.

But since Krisa likes it, she expressed her wish to make this decision.

Xu Xi had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, as long as Krisa likes it."

Xu Xi laughed and continued walking with the witch on the deserted streets of Yanshan City, returning towards the courtyard.

Events often develop in ways that are beyond our expectations.

Xu Xi had never expected that one of his three New Year gifts would be solved by such a coincidence.

"The only ones left are Mo Li and Ying Xue."

"Hope things go just as smoothly later on."

The feet move forward, breaking the silence of winter.

Looking out, the city is covered in frost and snow.

The winter sun shines on the snow, reflecting a flowing halo that is hazy and dreamy, but is then trampled and shattered by passers-by.

Xu Xi held Krisa by his leash, led her through the noisy avenue, turned into a quiet alley, stepped lightly on the stairs, and walked from the darkness to the light.

The witch allowed herself to be led.

In a trance.

She thought back to that day, long ago.

In the dark alley, filled with the stench of decay, a blinding light shone into the darkness, gently took her hand, and led her towards the light.

Just like now.

Krisha took off her hat.

One of her hands was held by Xu Xi, and with the other hand she gently grasped her hat and held it against her chest.

The hat brim was too wide and would block her vision, making it impossible for the witch to fully see the existence of the "light", so she took off her hat.

"Teacher."

The outline of the courtyard appears before our eyes.

Before returning home, Krisa asked Xu Xi a strange question:

"Is the power of love really infinite?"

Xu Xi was slightly stunned, then smiled and replied, "I'm not sure, but maybe."

"What's wrong, Krisa, why are you asking such a question suddenly?"

"It's OK……"

The witch shook her head.

She stared up at the sky.

The power of love, perhaps as the mentor said, is endless.

Can--

The space for love is limited.

Warm and passionate love is the only salvation in the cold winter, and countless people covet it.

The witch is not a greedy and selfish person.

But she doesn't like crowds.

What she hates even more is allowing others to occupy her position, so that she cannot see the sun's light or feel the warmth of the light.

Ah, how disgusting...

Krisa silently held Xu Xi's hand tightly.

The shadows born of light are no longer willing to follow silently and move forward passively.

This time, the shadow will take the initiative to catch up with the light and walk with the light.

"Come on, Krisha, we're home."

"……yes."