When the witch was young, she suffered all the malice in the world, so she closed herself off and escaped from the dirty world.

But there is one man who devoted his entire life to freeing the witch from her shackles.

He succeeded.

With the limited life of a mortal, he accompanied the witch until her final death. In just a few decades, an eternal and gorgeous flower bloomed in the witch's heart.

From then on, the witch was free, and the individual named Krisa Christina was free.

When Xu Xishou finally appeared in front of the witch.

When the only thing in the witch's heart disappears.

All the shackles on Krisha broke down, and she began to experience human emotions again, crying silently, and becoming the unrestrained and free bird that Xu Xi hoped for.

But Krisha doesn't want this and doesn't like it.

"Teacher, please help me put it on again..."

Krisa requested softly and handed the gleaming sea-blue necklace to Xu Xi's palm.

Xu Xi spent his entire life trying to unlock the shackles of the witch.

The witch chose to put it on again.

This time, the shackles are called [Eternal Love], and they are heavier than anything in the world. They are eternal constraints imposed by the witch voluntarily.

She no longer wanted to, no longer wished to, be separated from the sun in her heart.

I just want eternal companionship...

"Chrisa, why did you take off the necklace?" Xu Xi took the necklace, a little confused.

"I'm cleaning up the trash for you, but I'm afraid it might get dirty," the gray-haired witch replied.

Rubbish? Maybe I think it's a little weird.

I can’t explain it.

He decided to put the necklace on Krisha first.

"Krisa, lower your head." In the autumn courtyard, with an orange-yellow scent, the man slowly walked behind the witch and gently lifted her long gray-silver hair with his palm.

The hair escapes from between the fingers, like a miraculous light passing through the palm, light and smooth.

The autumn breeze is blowing gently.

Warm sun and warm sunshine.

That familiar feeling, the New Year's Eve when I once wore the necklace for the witch, seemed like it was just yesterday. In a trance, Xu Xi smiled.

He held one end of the mithril chain in each hand.

Around Krisa's white neck.

They meet at the back of the neck, overlap and buckle tightly, and with a crisp click, the final fixation and finishing are completed.

Necklace, put it on.

"Thank you..." Krisa said softly. Her voice was so faint that it seemed to fade away with the autumn wind, but it was exceptionally clear.

"I like your necklace very much..."

The autumn wind has become stronger.

Whistling and howling, the wind blew Krishna's long gray-silver hair into the air, but that did not make the witch look ugly. Instead, it further highlighted her soulless desire and exquisite sense of brokenness.

The hems of her skirt swayed in the wind and her coat rustled in the wind.

The aquamarine necklace hanging from her chest reflects a hazy and dreamy glow. It is the light of gemstones and also the light of love, embellishing the witch's unexpressive heart.

"Just like it. It looks good, doesn't it?"

Xu Xi smiled.

He looked at Krisha in front of him, and the more he looked, the more he felt emotional. The unchanged 17-year-old face and the indifferent expression made Krisha look like she hadn't changed at all.

Very familiar, very happy.

Even though it was a reunion across a world.

But I feel nothing strange inside.

The past and the present, illusion and reality, everything is completely blurred at this moment.

"It's windy outside, let's go inside," Xu Xi took the witch's slender white fingers and led the bewildered girl into a warm and comfortable home.

The witch has a home again.

After entering the house.

Xu Xi originally wanted to pour some hot water for the two of them, but was stopped.

"Please leave it to me," the Gray Silver Witch, who always maintains the appearance of a 17-year-old and the posture of a girl, said to Xu Xi seriously.

After a long time, Xu Xi looked into the witch's eyes again.

Compared to the previous black and gold, the blank space in Krisa's eyes has disappeared and been filled with pure bright red.

The beautiful eyes reflected Xu Xi's posture.

is young.

Energetic.

Without the restriction of terms, and possessing the realm of both cultivation and magic, Xu Xi no longer needs to worry about his life.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Krisa," Xu Xi couldn't overcome the witch's insistence.

"Yes, don't worry," Krisa responded calmly.

She walked into the kitchen alone, looking around. Although it was her first time on Earth, she showed incredible understanding.

In a short while, he learned how to use all the tools.

No magic is used to generate it.

Nor did it use the power to create.

Krisa behaved the same as before, as if she and Xu Xi lived in the magical world, operating various utensils to boil water and make tea with skillful gestures.

Meticulous and serious.

soon.

Krisa handed a cup of brewed hot tea to Xu Xi, and a small porcelain plate was placed at the bottom of the cup to serve as insulation.

"Thanks, Krisha," Xu Xi blew away the steam from the tea and took another sip.

A little hot, but just right for the chilly autumn weather.

The tea passes through the gaps between the teeth and finally converges on the tongue coating, releasing a light aftertaste.

Very peaceful.

Not intense.

Just like the life between Xu Xi and the witch.

Back in the magical world, with their combined strength, they could have lived a more extravagant life, but neither Xu Xi nor Krisa wanted to change their mind about living a quiet life.

A peaceful life contains the beauty of simplicity.

Every little bit, every drop is precious and valuable.

"Krisa, sit down," Xu Xi asked the witch to sit down. Since handing her the hot tea, Krisa has been standing beside him, quietly waiting for Xu Xi's next order.

With her hands crossed over her belly and standing in a very upright posture, anyone who saw her would think she was just a maid.

"yes."

Krisha sat down.

The bleak autumn gradually began to dim. The lights in the living room were turned on by Xu Xi, and they were yellow and hazy, casting a layer of afterglow on the witch's long gray-silver hair that fell on her shoulders.

Snap——

Xu Xi put down the empty teacup, and the moment the bottom of the cup touched the porcelain plate, a crisp sound was heard.

With a puzzled look on his face, he asked Krisa about the confusion that had been weighing on his mind for a long time.

"Krisa, how did you get here?"

"I see your figure, hear your voice, and feel your presence, so I come to find you."

The witch's answer was simple.

In a calm and indifferent tone, explain what you have done.

But, is it really that easy to say behind such a brief answer?

Xu Xi thinks that this is probably not the case.

"Thank you for your hard work, Krisha," Xu Xi said, with a complex array of emotions in his voice.

"It's not hard..." Krisha shook her head stiffly.

As long as I can see you, as long as I can meet you again, everything is worth it.

The rest doesn't matter at all.

Yes, nothing matters, you are the only special one...

The aquamarine inlaid in the middle of the necklace is like real waves, sometimes calm and sometimes raging, revealing the witch's mind.