Why is it that every time Xu Xi wakes up, he can always hear Krisa's greetings first?

Why is it that every time I open my eyes, the first face I see is Krisa's?

The answer is simple.

It's shockingly simple.

Every time Xu Xi fell asleep, every time he fell asleep, after seeing him lie down, Chrisa would sit quietly beside the bed, sitting on a small wooden chair to accompany the passing of time.

Sit quietly until the sun and moon rise and fall in the sky.

Wait until the seasons of the world change.

Krisa accompanied him in silence, waiting in solitude, sitting motionless, with only the increasingly old figure in her eyes.

Is it painful?

Bored?

Krisha doesn't think so.

Because when that figure fell into silence, the only thing the witch could see in the world was gray. She could not feel any vitality, nor could she see any color. She took the initiative to block everything.

It was not until Xu Xi woke up that the witch's dead world began to operate again and regained its normal color.

"I have been waiting for you."

The sunlight shines into the bedroom through the window.

Due to the tilted angle, a beautiful layout is formed with half of it bright and the other half dark.

Xu Xi, who is 85 years old, looks old. He lies on the bed, right on the bright side. Every wrinkle and every strand of white hair is clearly visible.

And at the bedside not far away from Xu Xi.

Krisha sat in the shadows, quietly and peacefully, her empty eyes reflecting the light.

Her calm and delicate face was expressionless, but when her light gray-silver hair swayed in the wind, it seemed as if countless emotions were bursting out.

Waiting for you.

Always waiting for you.

Chrisa Kristina said.

She is a heartless witch, without her own joy or sorrow, and has been an "object" that obeys her master's orders all her life.

Therefore, the witch stayed with Xu Xi all the time.

Waiting for Xu Xi to wake up, waiting for Xu Xi's next order.

That was the only meaning of her life.

Facing such a Krisha, facing such a witch who has been waiting for countless days and nights.

for a while.

Xu Xi didn't know whether he should criticize and educate the witch and ask her to stop such meaningless behavior, or praise the witch and reward her persistence that never changed.

In the end, the Xu family neither criticized nor praised.

Because it doesn't matter.

He gently took the witch's hand, grasped her slender fingers, and exposed them to the sunlight.

"Come for a walk with me, Krisa. I've been lying in bed for so long that I feel like I'm losing consciousness."

"……yes."

Krisa is very well-behaved and obedient.

Together with Xu Xi, who had gotten out of bed, she walked out of the bedroom, passed through the deserted corridor, and finally entered the sunny green courtyard planted with flowers, plants and trees.

Xu Xi walked very slowly.

A feeling of weakness spread from inside the body, gradually spreading to the legs.

The feeling is very subtle. With every step I take, I can clearly feel the sluggishness of my body, as if it is a performance that may end at any time.

"It's so beautiful."

Suddenly, Xu Xi stopped.

In front of him was a garden full of flowers and plants that were flourishing under the care of the witch. The branches and leaves were intertwined, the flowers were fragrant, and clusters of red dragon blood grass lay on the ground in the wind, like small waves rising and falling.

"Krisha, you are managing it very well. I am very satisfied."

"Thank you for your affirmation."

Xu Xi looked to the side and saw a witch with long gray-silver hair standing quietly. She was so indifferent, with an indescribable sense of emptiness, as if she was isolated from everything in this world.

This is exactly the same as when Xu Xi first met her.

But she was a poor skinny girl back then.

He has grown into a reliable adult.

Looking at the courtyard, looking at the flowers and plants, looking at the warm sunshine, looking at the grown-up witch.

Xu Xi slowly closed his heavy eyelids, feeling the sunlight falling on his body, warming his loose and sagging skin, bringing himself a little warmth and peace of mind.

He no longer had anything to worry about.

Plop——

[You and the witch walk in the courtyard]

[Everything in the courtyard, including the dragon blood grass that you care about most, is well taken care of by Krisa]

[Even if you manage it yourself, you can't do better than this]

[In a trance, you recall the witch's childhood again. You compare them and find that the grown-up witch is very outstanding and no longer needs your supervision and teaching.]

[Perhaps it is time for your duties as a mentor to end]

[You are relieved, you sigh, you laugh softly. You have been worried about the witch's future for a long time, but now you can be sure that the witch can live well even without you.]

[The worries that have been supporting you to wake up all along have disappeared]

[Your consciousness suddenly fades, and your old body falls forward, almost falling to the ground, but the witch helps you up in time.]

[Less than an hour after waking up, you fell into a deep sleep again]

“Teacher! …Teacher!”

The mournful cry echoed in the darkness.

Maybe he was very tired, so tired that even if he heard the sound, he couldn't respond.

Like a small boat in the raging waves.

His consciousness, his soul, and his thoughts were all swallowed up by endless darkness and assimilated into eternal peace.

Only a little bit of self remains, still stubbornly existing.

…

[Simulation of the 72nd year, you are 86 years old, Krisa is 78 years old]

[Since the day you fell into a coma in the courtyard, you have been asleep for a year, but you still show no signs of waking up]

[Krisa said nothing, just sat by the bed, waiting for your return]

[She witnessed the cycle of the four seasons again in the house]

[Simulation of the 73rd year, you are 87 years old, Krisa is 79 years old]

[You are still sleeping]

[Krisa still maintains her eternal 17-year-old appearance]

[This year, Krisa's strength reached the upper limit of the Sanctuary Mage. She tried to break through to the Demigod level and rely on the power of God to save you, but she failed.]

[The previously unfavorable balance did not allow the witch to break through the realm. The witch was stuck in the Sanctuary Mage]

[Simulation of the 74th year, you are 88 years old, Krisa is 80 years old]

[Some furniture has aged and is no longer useful, but the witch doesn't care. She is still waiting in your room.]

[Simulation of the 75th year, you are 89 years old, Krisa is 81 years old]

[The witch is still waiting]

[The Witch is Still Waiting]

[The witch continues to wait]

[Simulation of the 79th year, you are 93 years old, Chrisa is 85 years old]

[Your spirit is still asleep, but your body is already extremely old. The years have left indelible marks and taken away everything you once had.]

[Your face gradually changes into a look that the witch doesn't recognize. Your skin becomes dull and wrinkled, like a rough, ugly piece of tree bark.]

【The Witch No Longer Sit Still】

[She gently holds your palm, feeling the texture of the dead branch, once, twice, constantly calling you, praying for your return]

[You opened your cloudy eyes]