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

Why are there two female senior students?

Why is there no place for him beside him?

They seemed so harmonious together, packed tightly together.

Long stopped pretending to be asleep, got up, and anxiously circled around them.

However, it was to no avail.

No matter how much she wanted to join, she could only end in failure.

But no matter how I look at it, there's absolutely no place for me anymore!

The more Long thought about it, the sadder she became, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

In her mind, she recalled the words Queen Eden had spoken to her.

"They don't argue with you because they're kind people."

"Otherwise, what makes you think you can stay by his side?"

Long felt even more heartbroken, and her tears almost drowned the whole world.

"hazy."

"You idiot, Oboro!"

"Wake up."

"Don't sleep!"

A muffled sound came from Oboro's ear.

It seemed to come from another world.

The voice was somewhat familiar.

She stopped crying and stared blankly at the sky around her.

It felt like the whole world was trembling.

And that voice, which did not belong to this world, grew louder and louder.

"call!"

Long suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.

The sunlight quietly streamed into the room, filling it with warmth.

A familiar room, and even familiar people.

Nia lay down in front of her, looking at Long curiously, and even reached out to touch her face.

Why are you crying?

After staring at the tear stains on her fingers for two seconds, Nia tilted her head and looked at Oboro, her face full of confusion and concern.

Long looked at Nia with a dazed expression, and subconsciously reached out to touch his face, only to find his hand covered in moisture.

She said that she felt a little uncomfortable when she blinked, and wondered if her eyes were swollen from crying.

Looking at the rising sun outside, it was already the second day.

But when she recalled the dream, she couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

She shook her head, then gave Nia a big hug.

He embraced her soft, plump body tightly, and Long was deeply moved.

Thankfully, it was just a dream. In reality, the princess senior is not that kind of person!

"You're such a good friend!"

Long sighed sincerely.

Sure enough, it was just a dream. The person in front of me was undoubtedly my true friend!

Nia was held in Oboro's arms. Listening to Oboro's thoughts, she blinked slowly and then revealed an innocent smile.

He reached out and hugged Long back, patting her gently on the back reassuringly.

"Little Longlong, be good, don't cry."

Long was even more touched. As expected, it was still the princess senior who cared about her (just kidding!).

Someone had no idea why their sweetheart had stood them up last night.

The other side.

The person who broke their promise is now trying to make sure they don't.

Char and Sistine walked side by side on the quiet road, surrounded by birdsong and fragrant flowers, the sunlight warming them.

They were on their way to visit Sistine's best friend.

She is also one of the goddesses who lives in a villa.

As best friends, Sistine is known as the Sword Saintess, while her best friend is known as the Dawn Saintess.

"My best friend is a really nice person, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Sistine tilted her head slightly and gave her earnest instructions.

"She's a very easy-going person."

The two were holding hands. Xia felt his hand being held tightly, and the slight coolness of the other's palm. Sweat dampened their palms.

Xia Ya couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

"it is good."

What do you mean, "Don't be nervous"? You're clearly more nervous than I am.

Moreover, it's located in the same villa area, a short distance of less than ten minutes. This is the third time I've told myself not to be nervous!

But Sistine didn't get a chance to give a fourth instruction.

Because the destination is right in front of us.

From afar, they spotted the beautiful figure waiting at the courtyard gate.

The blonde woman wore a mermaid-colored dress; the form-fitting fabric accentuated her mature figure perfectly.

She exudes a gentle and tranquil temperament.

Beneath the irregular hem of the skirt, the special-edition white lace stockings accentuated a pair of beautiful legs, giving them a unique charm.

The peep-toe heels reveal the little toe, giving them a playful yet uniquely pure and innocent look.

Leaning slightly forward, she smiled when she saw the two people who had come together. Her smile was as warm as sunshine, yet sweet and serene, with a healing quality.

It seemed as if it were always shrouded in the sanctity of sunlight.

She raised one hand and waved to the two of them.

Even the sunlight seemed to be filtered through a soft lens, as if she were radiating a soft white light.

If you only look at her appearance, she is an absolutely perfect, ideal goddess.

But Xia looked at that face and returned the smile.

A new bad woman, the "green tea girl," has appeared.

Seemingly gentle, yet every strike is deadly!

Just as they were thinking this, the three of them had already gathered together.

"You've arrived? Come on, I've prepared some tea for you in the sunroom."

As he spoke, he walked at the front to lead the way for them.

Sistine felt her palm being squeezed.

She looked up and saw Xia Ya's calm gaze, which carried a calming power.

In an instant, the tension eased considerably, and the smile on my face became more genuine.

Once the three of them were seated on the sofa in the sunroom, Sistine introduced them to each other.

“Eileen, this is my…boyfriend, Xia.”

He then turned to look at Char.

"This is the friend I told you about, my best friend, Irene."

"Hello, Senior Yilin."

Irene turned her gaze to Xia Ya. His stunningly beautiful face and gentle eyes gave people the illusion of being favored by him, making their hearts flutter.

"I've been curious for a long time about what kind of person my best friend could be interested in. Now that I see him, he is indeed a handsome and talented man."

As she spoke, she sat down next to Xia and poured him tea.

"I heard from Sistine that you like black tea. My skills are poor, so please forgive me for not being a good host."

A subtle, pleasant fragrance wafted into my nose along with the aroma of the tea.

Xia reached out and took the cup, accidentally touching Irene's fingers.