I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 444, 1.27-25: A Bouquet of Blessings

Shia didn't move. Her silver eyes glanced briefly at the hand extended towards her, then turned her gaze to the young man who had invited her, as if she were observing something.

"It's dangerous here." The handsome young man frowned when he saw that Shia didn't react, and added another sentence.

“But I don’t see any danger here. It’s you… I don’t remember knowing you. You suddenly appear in front of me and say strange things. Aren’t you the most dangerous person to me?” Shia said calmly.

The young man's brows furrowed even deeper.

"If you feel your life is peaceful, and then suddenly a stranger comes out and tells you that where you live is dangerous and asks you to come with him, would you go?" Shia took a few steps forward, her silver eyes looking at the crow standing on the trash can rummaging for food, and said slowly.

"I didn't..." His tone was somewhat anxious, as if he wanted to defend himself, but he was interrupted.

"You don't seem like the type to spread rumors, but that doesn't mean you're not suspicious. After all, you can't judge a book by its cover; who knows if a good-looking person might have a different side?"

Shia took out the leftover bread from lunch from her backpack, picked up some breadcrumbs, squatted down, and handed them to the crows.

The young man watched her squatting on the ground, earnestly feeding the crows, and for a moment he didn't know what to say to dissuade her.

A gentle breeze swept by, lifting wisps of misty gray hair.

She slowly stood up, waved to the young man, and said, "It's getting late, I should go home. I guess I had a very pleasant chat with you."

After saying that, she ignored the young man's reply and walked past him.

"My name is Jafar!" He frowned and turned around abruptly, trying to grab Shia's wrist, but he missed and had to shout it out to her.

Shia walked on ahead, simply waving her hand casually to indicate that she understood.

The sea-blue eyes reflected the girl's receding figure, because the sky, dyed crimson, looked like she was walking step by step into a blood-red abyss.

He clenched his fists tightly, his handsome face showing a hint of suppressed anger. He turned his head to the side and slammed his fist hard against the wall.

The crow was startled by the sudden sound and flew into the sky.

A jet-black feather slowly drifted down from the sky.

His azure eyes gazed at the jet-black feather that looked like a demon's fall, and he involuntarily reached out and caught it. Then, little by little, he tightened his grip, holding it firmly in his palm.

the other side.

Shia returned home before dark, but as she entered the door, she sensed something was amiss and unconsciously walked towards the flowerbed.

The first thing you see is a beautiful fruit tree, with a single fruit as vibrant as blood.

She paused for a moment, realizing that he hadn't been there yesterday...

Could it be that she remembered it wrong?

"Is Shia back?" came her mother's gentle voice from behind.

"Mother, are these newly planted fruit trees?" Shia pointed to them and asked.

"There's nothing there?" The mother looked in the direction Shia was pointing, but saw nothing and asked in confusion.

Shia was slightly taken aback, but when she looked again, she found that the fruit tree did not exist, as if what she had just seen was just an illusion.

"That's strange, I clearly saw it..." Shia frowned slightly and murmured.

After finishing dinner, she went back to her room.

As she was closing the window before going to bed, she saw the young man named Jafar standing in front of her door. As if afraid of being discovered, he hurriedly hid when her gaze fell upon him.

Shia: "..." What a strange guy. Why is he following her like this?

Does the flowerbed really not have that fruit tree?
These two questions troubled her until she woke up the next day, and she still hadn't figured them out.

When she left home in the morning, she made a point of going to the flowerbed and checking several times to make sure the fruit tree wasn't there before leaving the house with a puzzled look on her face.

Walking to school, she felt someone following her from behind. When she turned around, the person had hidden away.

It's probably still that guy named Jafar.

"Good morning~" The girl waiting for her at the school gate shook her head excitedly the moment she saw her, then rushed over and hugged her.

Shia caught her helplessly, then let go and took a few steps back, asking, "What's wrong? Why are you so happy?"

She shook her head and chuckled, "No, I'm just so happy to be able to go to and from school with Shia!"

"Hmm? Didn't we always go to school together?" Xia glanced at her, finding her statement strange, as if it were a nostalgic and satisfying expression of someone who hadn't gone to school together for a long time and was finally together again.

"Then let's stay together like this from now on?!" she said with a happy smile.

Shia paused slightly, gave her a deep look with her silver eyes, but did not answer her question, and simply walked forward.

She pouted and chased after Xia, pestering her, "Is Xia nice to me?"

Xia glanced at the person standing in the distance, trying to hide himself but always revealing only his feet, and a slight smile appeared on her lips as if she found it amusing.

"Is there anything there?" When she saw that Shia did not answer, she followed Shia's gaze, but before she could see anything, her eyes were covered.

Shia took her hand and led her forward, saying as they walked, "We're going to be late."

She looked at the hand that Shia was holding, her face suddenly turned red, and then she happily followed after him, no longer caring about the question from before.

Jafar, who was hiding in the shadows, finally breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been troublesome if he had actually answered that question.

However you look at it, she's not the kind of person who would easily agree to anything; thankfully, she was cautious.

only……

Does she really have no doubts at all?

Judging from her expression, she should have some doubts.

"Mu Yegui... hurry up and realize it... time is running out..." Jiafaer murmured, frowning as he looked at the distant clock tower, his expression showing a hint of anxiety.

The girl was still chattering away, and Shia listened casually to what she was saying, but her mind was still filled with questions about the fruit trees in the garden.

My gaze involuntarily drifted to the window, fixed on the distant clock tower.

Huh?
She was slightly taken aback; the hands of the clock didn't seem to be moving.

Furthermore, according to the time, it should be around 8 a.m. now, so why is the hour hand pointing to 10 a.m., the minute hand to 8 a.m., and the second hand is nowhere to be seen?

it's wired……

The timing doesn't match at all...

"What is Shia looking at?" the girl asked softly.

Shia shook her head and said, "It's nothing." For some reason, she didn't want to tell her about it.

(End of this chapter)