The lavish dinner began.
The meat was tender and succulent, the vegetables crisp and refreshing.
The hot soup was also exceptionally delicious.
In this magical world, people commonly use knives and forks, but Xu Xi was more accustomed to using chopsticks, so he carved a pair for himself.
Krisha, who originally used knives and forks, somehow felt the urge to learn how to use chopsticks after seeing Xu Xi wield them.
And so,
a peculiar scene unfolded in Xu Xi’s home.
While everyone else was happily celebrating New Year’s Eve with knives and forks, the little witch was locked in a battle with the chopsticks, repeatedly picking up and dropping food in an awkward struggle.
She blinked in confusion.
“So difficult…”
Krisha couldn’t understand why, after more than half a month of practice, she still hadn’t mastered these two small wooden sticks.
They were just ordinary sticks, yet they were harder to learn than magic.
“Krisha, take it slow.”
Xu Xi reassured her, demonstrating the motion in slow motion. After another ten minutes, the girl finally managed to pick up her first piece of meat with the chopsticks.
As if she had accomplished some ultimate goal, she let out a relieved sigh.
Chopsticks, the eternal nemesis!
To avoid letting the dinner go cold, the girl eventually gave up her battle with the chopsticks and switched back to her familiar knife and fork, starting to savor the meal Xu Xi had prepared.
“Is it good?” Xu Xi asked.
“Yes, Mentor, it’s delicious,” Krisha’s eyes widened slightly.
The clinking of knives and forks against plates.
The sound of teeth chewing food and tongues rolling.
All of this happened simultaneously in that moment.
Without a doubt, judging from her expression, the girl truly enjoyed Xu Xi’s cooking.
But after taking her first bite, she suddenly stopped and turned her hollow eyes toward Xu Xi, as if waiting for something.
“Alright, I’ll eat too.”
Xu Xi smiled and began to eat as well.
Under the glow of the light, the two figures cast long shadows—the bright white light and the deep black shadows were distinctly separate yet perfectly harmonious.
The New Year’s Eve dinner for just the two of them was quiet, far less lively than the celebrations in ordinary households in the city.
But Xu Xi felt it was enough.
Delicious food and the company of someone dear—wasn’t that more than enough?
“Whoosh—”
“Whoosh—”
The fierce wind beat against the windows.
Outside, the world was blanketed in snow.
The once beautiful garden, full of blooming flowers, was now buried under increasingly deep snow, and even the withered tree had its branches weighed down by heavy clumps of snow.
Sitting inside, Xu Xi took a sip of the hot soup and felt an inexplicable warmth.
Not just from the steam flowing through the room.
But also from the girl sitting beside him.
“It feels like home…” Xu Xi thought to himself as he gazed at the snow falling outside.
For this New Year’s Eve dinner, Xu Xi had put in a lot of effort to make it a memorable one for Krisha, but for just two people, four dishes and a soup were clearly a bit too much.
Even though the girl, with her demonic bloodline, had a slightly larger appetite than most.
After half an hour of feasting.
There was still plenty of food left on the table.
Krisha stood up and began to clear the dishes, intending to wash them, but Xu Xi stopped her.
“Wait, Krisha.”
“Mentor…?”
In the girl’s bewildered expression, Xu Xi’s finger brushed over his spatial ring, and from it, he retrieved a sapphire necklace and a gold coin that he had prepared earlier.
The sapphire necklace was placed in the girl’s left hand.
The gold coin was placed in her right hand.
Her expression grew even more confused.
Xu Xi explained, “In my hometown, there’s a tradition of giving children gifts and blessings when the New Year replaces the old.”
“So, I chose this necklace for you.”
“I thought it would look beautiful on Krisha, and the sapphire in the necklace also enhances your water magic.”
“As for this gold coin, it’s your New Year’s lucky money, symbolizing a wish for your safety and well-being.”
Xu Xi spoke softly,
waiting for Krisha to accept the gifts.
But the young witch neither accepted nor refused. She just stood there in a daze, her hollow, lifeless eyes fixed on Xu Xi.
The room was quiet, but Krisha’s eyes were even quieter.
Like a fragile mirror, shimmering yet easily broken.
This mirror had shattered many times before—time and time again, so many times that even Krisha herself had lost count.
And today.
This fragile mirror, these empty eyes.
Reflected only Xu Xi’s figure.
Filling her entire world.
For some reason, Krisha suddenly felt her throat go dry. After opening and closing her lips several times, she barely managed to utter a complete sentence.
“Why… why would you… give me…”
“Do I need a reason?”
Xu Xi reached out and gently ruffled the girl’s hair. After two months of rest and care, her once dry, straw-like hair had become soft and smooth.
“But… but…”
The girl’s eyes were filled with confusion.
But someone like me, a worthless creature, doesn’t deserve gifts.
I should have been discarded, a useless, unwanted piece of trash.
Yet I’ve been bathed in the warmth of the “sun,” living in the light.
This is already enough to make me happy, enough to make me feel fulfilled. Just being able to maintain this life, the witch truly feels content.
Yes.
A flawed failure like me shouldn’t ask for more.
“No ‘buts,’ Krisha.”
Xu Xi’s words interrupted the girl’s confusion and unease.
His words carried warmth, like the flickering flame of a candle, drawing in the person struggling in the darkness, making her want to get closer.
He said this:
“In life, you don’t need to overthink things. There aren’t so many ‘whys.’”
“If you like something, do it. If you don’t, then don’t.”
“Krisha is usually very obedient and well-behaved, so I like Krisha and want to give her gifts.”
“Similarly, if Krisha likes the gifts I’ve given, just accept them. Unless… Krisha doesn’t like them—”
Hearing this,
the girl quickly shook her head, tightly clutching the necklace and the gold coin.
Using her actions to express her fondness for the gifts.
“I like… Mentor’s gifts.”
“That’s great to hear.”
Hearing the witch’s response, Xu Xi smiled.
The frail and slender Krisha appeared quiet and well-behaved, but her expressionless face and hollow eyes still made one instinctively worry for her.
However.
Compared to two months ago, she was much better now, wasn’t she?
Xu Xi’s eyes softened as he recalled the first time he had seen the girl, two months ago, in her pitiful state.
A filthy alley filled with dirty water, a body covered in wounds, a young face smeared with blood, and trembling, powerless legs.
Back then, Krisha had tried to rob Xu Xi with a small knife.
But what Xu Xi saw and heard.
Was a clear cry for help.
“Save me…” It was a plea that even the witch herself hadn’t realized, hidden deep within her eyes, in every wound, in every ounce of pain.
A desire for someone to see her.
A plea for someone to pull her out of despair.
A silent cry for help to everyone she met.
Xu Xi saw it and heard it all, so he saved Krisha that day.
He couldn’t abandon a witch who was crying out in such anguish.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
