Chapter 174: The Position of Love Is Limited

Time inches forward, a slow stroll, also a wait.

The snow at year’s end.

Seems much slower than usual.

Even the witch in the snow, her skirt-twirling figure, appears several times slower in Xu Xi’s eyes.

Is it turning beautifully?

Actually, no.

The witch’s movements are clumsy, stiff with unnaturalness, her expression solemn, as if performing some grand ceremony.

Such movements, such demeanor, are not linked to grace.

But Xu Xi likes this witch.

He smiles.

Pure, flawless snowflakes scatter from the sky, blending with the gray hair, the brim of the hat crossing with the eyes, the bright, hollow eyes reflecting traces of light.

“…Mentor?”

Seeing Xu Xi’s smile, the witch stops.

She thinks she might have done something wrong.

Causing Xu Xi to laugh.

“Is it ugly?”

The hollow eyes blink once, revealing clear confusion from the gorgeous tricolor.

That scene is somewhat cute.

In the snow, the witch stands dumbly, her witch hat slightly askew from the sudden stop, showing a unique charm in the mess.

“No,” Xu Xi shakes his head, denying the witch’s guess.

“Cressa looks good wearing it.”

He says this, walking to the witch, reaching out with both hands to adjust the wide brim of the hat for her.

In the process.

Xu Xi’s fingers touch the witch’s silver-gray hair.

It’s a very smooth sensation.

A silent, stark contrast to the dry, brittle feel at their first meeting.

Cressa stands quietly, feeling the warm hands brush past her ears, gently moving her hair, adjusting the oversized witch hat for her.

The winter cold seems to be blocked, bringing warm shelter to the witch.

Once adjusted.

She politely thanks Xu Xi: “Thank you.”

Thanks for adjusting her attire.

And thanks for his compliment.

Not that the hat looks good, but that Cressa looks good wearing it.

The clumsy witch catches the key words, an indescribable joy rising and falling in her chest, causing ripples in her eyes.

Xu Xi asks: “Cressa, is the hat uncomfortable to wear?”

The witch shakes her head.

“That’s good,” Xu Xi steps back a few steps, observing Cressa wearing the hat from a more distant, comprehensive view.

He nods in satisfaction, showing approval.

“Not bad, not bad, this hat suits you well, Cressa.”

“It has a mysterious aura.”

Xu Xi thinks the witch looks quite beautiful now, not only with a delicate face but also a gorgeous posture, the silver-gray hair and black triangular hat complementing each other, quite eye-catching.

He sincerely admires.

And buys the hat.

The hat isn’t expensive, just a regular price.

“Mentor, is this… a New Year’s gift for me?” the witch asks Xu Xi after leaving the hat shop.

“Of course not.”

Xu Xi is somewhat surprised by the witch’s question.

He smiles and explains, it’s just a small ordinary item, not a New Year’s gift.

Xu Xi feels that using a roadside trinket as an important New Year’s gift would be somewhat irresponsible.

The reason for buying the witch hat this time.

Is simply because he thinks the hat suits Cressa, and Cressa is interested in it.

That’s all.

“Is that what you think…”

The slender white fingertips touch the necklace at her chest, then move to the edge of the hat on her head, gently stroking halfway, touching the two items given by Xu Xi.

The witch feels that these two completely different items have a similar essence.

It’s indescribable.

A warmth that can thaw a cold heart.

“Mentor…”

Cressa softly speaks: “This hat, let it be my New Year’s gift…”

The gift isn’t important.

The value isn’t important.

What’s important is the sentiment hidden within the gift.

The immortal witch has already felt the warmth from Xu Xi, constantly enveloping her, driving away the cold winter.

“I really like… the gift you gave.”

The witch adds.

Her plain voice seems different from before, like a gently flowing stream, with a few more splashes.

“This—”

Xu Xi hesitates, still feeling that giving a regular hat is somewhat too perfunctory.

But since Cressa likes it and wants to decide this way.

Xu Xi can only agree.

“Alright, as long as Cressa likes it.”

Xu Xi chuckles, continuing to lead the witch, walking on the quiet streets of Yanshan City, heading back towards the courtyard.

The development of events often deviates from expectations.

Xu Xi didn’t expect that the three New Year’s gifts troubling him would coincidentally solve one.

“Next, only Mo Li and Yingxue’s are left.”

“Hope the rest goes as smoothly.”

Feet move, shattering the silence of winter.

Eyes gaze, taking in the frost-covered city.

Winter sunlight spills on the snow, refracting swirling halos, dreamlike and fantastical, yet crushed by the footsteps of passersby.

Xu Xi leads Cressa, guiding her through the clamorous avenue, then turning into a quiet alley, lightly stepping on the stairs, moving from darkness to light.

The witch lets herself be led.

In a daze.

She recalls that day from long ago.

A dark, sunless alley, the stench of decay, a piercing light breaking through the darkness, gently taking her hand, leading her towards the light.

Just like now.

Cressa takes off the hat.

One hand held by Xu Xi, the other lightly holding the hat, pressing it to her chest.

The overly wide brim would block her view, preventing the witch from fully seeing the “light,” so she takes off the hat.

“Mentor.”

The outline of the courtyard appears before them.

At the moment of returning home, Cressa asks Xu Xi a strange question:

“Is the power of love really infinite?”

Xu Xi is slightly stunned, then smiles and replies: “I’m not sure, but perhaps it is.”

“What’s wrong, Cressa, suddenly asking such a question.”

“Nothing…”

The witch shakes her head.

She gazes dumbly at the high, distant sky.

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

But—

The position of love is limited.

Warm and fervent love is the only salvation in the cold winter, coveted by many.

The witch is not a greedy, selfish character.

But she doesn’t like crowding.

Even less likes letting others encroach on her position, making her unable to see the sun’s light, feel the warmth of the light.

Ah, how annoying…

Cressa silently tightens her grip on Xu Xi’s hand.

The shadow born from light no longer wishes to silently follow, passively moving forward together.

This time, the shadow will actively catch up to the light, walking alongside it.

“Let’s go, Cressa, we’re home.”

“…Yes.”

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