They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

He walked forward step by step.

He brought too much of the game into reality.

The game simply follows a pre-set storyline, but in reality, people's hearts can change.

In the game, Ella did something wrong in her attempt to revive her deceased husband.

But she is not yet the sinner who has committed countless evil deeds.

Char walked up to Ella and reached for the bottle of wine in her hand.

"Excessive drinking is bad for your health."

However, Ella pushed him away.

"Do you tube."

Ella had already put away her sorrowful expression, her face was cold, and her voice was full of disdain.

"What right do you have to tell me what to do?"

She looked up, and there was a hint of irony in her eyes as she looked at Xia Ya.

But upon closer inspection, it is clearly a sorrowful accusation.

Char paused for only a second, then ignored Ella's refusal and forcefully snatched the bottle from her hand.

Too domineering, but exudes boyfriend charm.

But this behavior only made Ella dislike him more and more.

She stood up abruptly, her beautiful eyes almost spitting fire.

"You were the one who drove me away, you were the one who doubted me, and now you're the one who broke into my home."

What exactly do you want?!

Ella's voice was a little loud, with an involuntary sob in it, her eyes red, it was hard to tell whether it was grievance or anger, or both.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Char apologized decisively.

Ella was stunned.

Apologizing so easily?

They don't seem so angry anymore.

Why is this person so unpredictable? He was so aggressive before, but now he's admitting his mistake so quickly.

But if I forgive him right now, wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing?

Admitting his mistakes is Char's responsibility, but he still needs to explain the reasons behind them.

"But you concealed it first. The Witch's Banquet clearly entrusted you with the task, but you chose to hide it."

These words stirred up Ella's painful memories, and under the influence of alcohol, she unusually lost her composure.

"What can I do?!"

"They have the method to resurrect my husband. I have no chance to get information if I listen to them. All you do is bully me and refuse to help me!"

As Ella finished speaking, she curled up into a ball, hugging her knees and silently weeping.

Her long purple hair cascaded down, enveloping her.

Char looked at the emotionally distraught Ella and sighed softly.

He put down the bottle, bent down, picked her up horizontally, and placed her on the sofa.

Perhaps numbed by the alcohol, Ella subconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around Char's neck, looking at him with red eyes.

Her big, watery eyes looked like they were about to burst into tears.

Char did do something, though.

However, he always kept his efforts low-key and never sought credit or showed off.

Char gently wrung out a wet cloth and wiped Ella's face.

Char's movements were gentle, and his voice was low.

"We've made some progress on how to resurrect the dead."

The atmosphere was warm and peaceful, much like a young couple living a peaceful life.

But his words jolted Ella, who was lost in alcohol, back to her senses.

Her eyes widened, her red lips slightly parted, and she stared blankly at Xia Ya.

This was clearly something she hadn't anticipated.

"Ninth-tier forbidden technique - Blessing of the Dead: It can use the pull of the deceased in the human world to bring the deceased back to the human world."

However, because this is a forbidden technique and of a very high level, there are currently no forbidden technique scrolls recorded within the academy.

As Xia spoke, he took good care of her.

The warm towel opened up the pores on my face, which felt very comfortable and soothing all the way to my heart.

Ella listened to Char's words and pursed her lips.

She didn't know that he had been working hard for his own sake all along, and wasn't just bullying her all along.

That's incredibly cunning!

"How would I know if you don't tell me?"

Ella lowered her head, her voice tinged with a low complaint.

So, in the end, it's still my fault?

Ella looked up, pouted, and glared fiercely at Xia.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. I blame myself for not telling you beforehand."

"Sweetie, you should rest now."

What can Char do?

When faced with an older woman who's drunk, all you can do is coax her.

I feel like I don't have any of the maturity of an older person now. Instead, I'm like a child who needs to be coaxed and given way.

Ella pouted, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

She's not a child anymore.

Why talk to yourself like you're coaxing a child?

But she was truly drunk, and the bitterness in her heart was so complex that she couldn't even react to it.

As Xia spoke, he reached out to help her onto the bed.

However, before he could fully stand up, he was suddenly pushed down by Ella and pinned against the sofa.

Char leaned back against the chair, facing the blushing widow.

Her ample bosom pressed down on him instantly, heavy and substantial.

Perhaps because she had been drinking, her body temperature was higher than usual, and she felt a bit hot.

A delicate fragrance mingled with the aroma of wine, wafting into Xia's nostrils.

"do not move!"

Ella's voice was somewhat deep and intermittent.

She rested her head on Xia's shoulder, almost burying herself in his arms.

"I want to find a shoulder to lean on."

The breath sprayed on my neck felt slightly warm and moist.

Xia didn't say anything, letting her lean on him.

Ella didn't need him to speak.

My emotions have been bottled up for too long, and they feel heavy.

Perhaps because she was drunk and lightheaded, she felt a desire to confide in others for the first time about the past that had been buried deep in her heart.

No response is needed; she can just talk to herself.

Tonight is the day of his memorial.

"It feels like it just happened yesterday, but when I count the days, it's already been... ten years?"

"For ten years, I've been all alone."

Ella opened her eyes, but they were lifeless and blurry.

Memories began to drift away, filling the room.

"Becoming a witch was not my intention..."

Like every innocent and romantic girl, Ella once had a dream.