Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

The Han family.

"Here, have some juice."

Qian Han walked out of the kitchen carrying four glasses of orange juice on a tray.

"This cup is for you, Kukuru."

Qian Han even found a small cup for Kukuru.

Kukuru had been maintaining his princely demeanor, but his eyes visibly lit up when he saw the small cup.

He then flew over, picked up the glass of juice, took a sip, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Thank you, Qian Han!"

Xia An'an took the cup, drank more than half of it in one gulp, and then let out a long breath, "I'm alive again—"

Qian Han smiled and sat down next to her, then handed another cup to Xia Tong.

"Xiao Tong, this is for you."

"Thanks."

Xia Tong took the cup, but didn't drink it right away. Instead, she placed it on the coffee table and then took out the plum blossom sachet from her pocket.

"Oh, right, Qianhan, this is for you."

Qian Han blinked and looked at the sachet.

"So beautiful..."

Qian Han took it with both hands and gently held it in her palms.

The moment her fingertips touched the sachet, the painting folded into a small square inside the sachet lit up briefly.

However, Qian Han did not notice, but simply brought the sachet closer and took a gentle sniff.

"Is this the scent of plum blossoms?"

"Um."

Xia Tong nodded. "This can protect you; remember to carry it with you at all times."

Qian Han gently stroked the surface of the sachet with her fingers, then looked up with a gentle smile on her face.

"Xiaotong, thank you. I'll keep it safe."

Xia An'an leaned over, glanced at the sachet, and then turned to Xia Tong: "Xiao Tong, I want one too!"

"You don't need it."

Xia Tong calmly took a sip of juice.

Xia An'an stared at him in disbelief, her eyes wide.

"What don't I need! You gave it all to Qian Han but not to me! Am I not your sister anymore?!"

"You're the older sister, so you should be the one giving me the gift."

Xia Tong retorted without changing her expression.

"Hmm..."

Xia An'an was taken aback. She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't refute it. Then she puffed out her cheeks and stared at the sachet.

Qian Han watched the siblings bickering, covered her mouth and chuckled, her gaze falling on the sachet. She was just about to say something—

"what?"

Xia An'an suddenly leaned closer, staring at the plum blossom sachet, her brows furrowing slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Qian Han asked softly.

"This feeling..."

Xia An'an tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "Is it from the Ninth Prince? Xiao Tong, did the Ninth Prince give this to you?"

"?"

Xia Tong blinked, surprised that her sister's senses were so sharp. "I asked the Ninth Prince for help, and that's how it was done."

"I see……"

Xia An'an thoughtfully withdrew her gaze, glanced at the sachet again, and did not ask any further questions. Then she turned to Qian Han and said seriously, "Qian Han, you must take good care of it."

"Um!"

Qian Han realized that this sachet was not so simple, so he nodded vigorously.

Then, she carefully put the sachet into her pocket.

"Hmm... Qian Han."

At this moment, Xia Tong put down her juice glass and sat up straight.

Upon hearing this, Qian Han turned her head and met his eyes.

"Actually, I originally wanted to teach you some magic for self-defense, but..."

Xia Tong paused, her gaze unconsciously shifting downwards to the cup in front of her. Her tone carried a hint of apology, "Although it's embarrassing to say this, we're only at this level because we're relying on the power of the Flower Fairy Kings."

Qian Han blinked, about to say something to comfort him, but Xia Tong's next words shut her up completely.

"However, we can start practicing slowly."

"Eh?"

Qian Han was stunned for a moment.

Xia An'an was also stunned, still holding half a glass of juice in her hand, her mouth slightly open.

Kukuru choked and started coughing.

"W-What did you say?"

Kukuru looked up, juice dripping down his chin, but he didn't care. He flapped his wings and flew to Xia Tong. "You want to teach an ordinary person magic? Are you crazy? Magic is..."

"Yes, magic is a privilege reserved for a select few."

Xia Tong's memories of the past were suddenly stirred by Kukuru's words. She then raised her hand and pushed Kukuru aside. "However, 'Magic should be accessible to everyone' is my teacher's philosophy."

His words caused a moment of silence in the room.

Kukuru's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.

Xia An'an's hand, holding the remaining half-glass of juice, froze in mid-air, her mouth slightly open, her eyes fixed on her younger brother.

Even the usually composed Qian Han widened her eyes slightly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the plum blossom sachet in her pocket.

"You...you have a teacher?"

Kukuru's tone was full of disbelief.

"What kind of talk is that?"

Xia Tong raised an eyebrow and asked matter-of-factly, "Of course I have a teacher."

His voice suddenly softened, his gaze fell on the glass in front of him, and his fingertips unconsciously slid along the rim of the glass. "Although he only taught me for two months."

Xia An'an put down her cup, leaned forward, and looked on with curiosity:

"Xiaotong, what about your teacher...?"

He has passed away.

Xia Tong began to recall when she first learned magic in her past life, "After all, he was already quite old back then. A real old man, and he was still... um?"

As he was talking, he suddenly sensed that the atmosphere had become strange, so he looked up at them.

Qian Han placed her hands on her knees, her eyes slightly red, but she tried her best to maintain a gentle smile.

Xia An'an's lips were pursed into a thin line, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt.

Kukuru had already landed back on the coffee table, standing silently. His eyes no longer held their usual arrogance, but only a quiet, awkwardness, as if he didn't know what to say.

"What's with those expressions?"

Xia Tong looked at the three of them speechlessly, "My teacher's death wasn't your fault, why are you making the atmosphere so strange?"

"This is definitely not our fault."

Qian Han gently shook her head, her tone gentle yet tinged with self-reproach, "But it's our fault for reminding you of that unpleasant memory, Xiao Tong."

Looking into Qian Han's earnest eyes, and then at her sister who looked guilty and the silent Kukuru beside her, Xia Tong suddenly felt a headache coming on.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about it anymore."

He waved his hand, picked up his juice, took a sip, and tried to dilute the strange atmosphere with orange juice. "I just want to say that magic is not the privilege of a few. Ordinary people can learn it as long as they do it the right way."

Qian Han blinked, the apology in her eyes gradually turning into curiosity and anticipation.

A few minutes later, Xia An'an sat down on the edge of the sofa with a juice in her hand, looking curiously at the center of the living room.

Kukuru also landed on the sofa armrest, crossing his arms.

At this moment, Qian Han was standing in the center of the living room, and Xia Tong was standing in front of her. His gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before he began to slowly walk around her, looking her up and down.

Qian Han felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and her fingers unconsciously twisted together, but she still maintained a smile.

"Um……"

Xia Tong finished walking around and stopped in front of her, resting his chin on his hand. "Generally speaking, the first step in learning magic is to sense magical energy. But since the magical energy around here is too thin, let's skip that step for now."

"jump over?"

Qian Han blinked.

"Yes, skip it."

Xia Tong nodded. "Let's start with imagination then."

"imagination?"

Qian Han repeated the word softly, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Magic is the world of imagination."

Xia Tong raised one hand, palm up, "Things cannot be achieved through magic without sufficient imagination."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Kukuru couldn't help but fly over and interject, "That's not how they taught me back on the continent of La Belle!"

Xia Tong turned her head, looking at him with a dark expression: "Is that even a question? Yours is your kind of magic, mine is human magic, how can they be the same?"

"Kukuru!"

Xia An'an reacted quickly, standing up and grabbing him, pinning him down. "Don't cause trouble!"

Kukuru struggled for a moment but couldn't break free, so he had no choice but to shut up obediently, but his eyes were still full of doubt that "this is not scientific".

Xia Tong ignored Kukuru's reaction and looked back at Qian Han.

"Let's start with something simple."

He raised his right hand, palm up, "and imagined a fireball in your hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fireball the size of a fist suddenly appeared in his palm with a "poof," and orange-red flames danced in his palm.

Qian Han slightly widened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the ball of flame.

"That's amazing..."

At this moment, Xia An'an's eyes lit up as she stared at the fireball, a thought suddenly popping into her mind—

If that's the case, then I should be able to do it too, right?

After all, she also possesses magical powers, and her imagination is quite remarkable.

Thinking this, Xia An'an quietly raised her hands, imitating Xia Tong, palms up, closed her eyes, and began to imagine in her mind—

Fireball, fireball, a burning fireball...

Immediately, she felt a slight warmth in her palm.

"!"

Xia An'an suddenly opened her eyes and looked down. She saw a fist-sized, pinkish fireball hovering shakily in her hand, emitting a warm glow.

"We...we succeeded?!"

Xia An'an's eyes widened, her mouth formed an "O" shape, and she was so excited she almost jumped up.

"Xiaotong! Qianhan! Look!"

She looked up, wanting to show off her achievement to her younger brother and best friend.

However, she didn't seem to notice that the fireball in her hand was starting to flicker.

However, Xia Tong was still talking to Qian Han about precautions and the principles of magic when he heard his sister's words. He turned his head and noticed that the fireball in his sister's hand was strange.

However, since the fireball in her sister's hand wasn't powerful enough to hurt anyone, she just wanted to give a heads-up.

"Sister, you..."

It would have been better if Xia Tong hadn't mentioned it, because as soon as he did, Xia An'an wanted to show him.

"Look, look, isn't that amazing!"

She had just raised her hand—

"Bang!"

With a soft thud, pink light exploded in Xia An'an's palm.

Xia Tong and Qian Han only felt a warm wave of air hitting them, which felt like standing in the air vent of an air conditioner on a hot summer day. Apart from that, they felt no discomfort.

But Xia An'an wasn't so lucky.

The small explosion made her stagger backward and land hard on the carpet.

His once fair face was now blackened by the smoke, and wisps of white smoke were rising from his head.

The once neat school uniforms have become somewhat tattered.

Kukuru, who was standing next to her, was also not spared because he was too close.

He was thrown away by the blast wave, tumbled in the air, and crashed heavily onto the sofa, his little face also blackened by the smoke.

Qian Han stood there, and upon seeing this scene, the smile on her face instantly froze, then turned into worry.

"An'an! Are you alright?"

……

"That's right, casting magic requires combining three essential elements."

After helping Xia An'an up, Xia Tong patted the dust off her sister and explained, "It's about magical power, the strength of the spells you cast, and the ability to control your magical power."

Meanwhile, Qian Han was on Xia An'an's other side, gently wiping the ash off her face with a towel.

"An'an, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it just gave me a fright."

Xia An'an stood obediently, letting Qian Han wipe her face.

"Sis, did you hear me clearly?"

Seeing that Xia An'an's attention was on Qian Han, Xia Tong stretched out a finger and gently poked her cheek. "Your control over magic still needs improvement."

Xia An'an looked at her somewhat tattered school uniform, and then at Kukuru, who was lying on the coffee table next to her, looking "a little dead".

"Okay, I understand."

"Good to know."

At the same time, Qian Han's gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before he spoke gently:

"An'an, come with me to change your clothes. Some of my clothes may not fit perfectly, but they should be wearable."

Xia An'an raised her head and met Qian Han's gentle eyes, her eyes slightly reddening.

"Qian Han...you're so kind..."

"Okay, okay, let's go."

Qian Han smiled, took her hand, and led her upstairs.

Xia An'an took two steps, then suddenly remembered something, turned around, and scooped up Kukuru, who was still lying down.

"You come with me too!"

Kukuru struggled weakly as she held him in her hand:

"What are you doing... I haven't recovered yet..."

"I'll wash it with water! Don't be angry!"

As Xia An'an spoke, she followed Qian Han upstairs.

-

In the bathroom of Qian Han's house.

Xia An'an placed Kukuru on the edge of the sink, turned on the tap, dipped her finger in water, and flicked it onto Kukuru's face.

Kukuru jolted awake by the icy water droplets, his eyes snapping open: "Be gentle!"

"Okay, okay."

Xia An'an dipped her fingers in water and wiped the ash off his face.

A few minutes later, the ash on Kukuru's face was cleaned off, and he returned to his original appearance.

He flapped his wings, flew to the window, opened it, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

"He's alive..."

Kukuru squinted, the sunlight warming him.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept across the street below—

A familiar figure is walking across the street.

It's Xia Mu.

Xia Mu was carrying a pot of hyacinths and walking hurriedly, as if she was rushing home.

Kukuru had only glanced at it casually at first, but the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a small figure followed behind Xia Mu.

They're flower fairies!

Kukuru's eyes widened instantly, and with a flap of its wings, it "whooshed" back to the bathroom door, shouting towards the cloakroom:

"An'an! An'an!"

Xia An'an was changing clothes in the dressing room. She had just put on the dress that Qian Han had handed her and hadn't even had time to straighten the hem when she heard Kukuru yelling outside.

She opened the door, poked half her head out, and looked at him speechlessly:

"What's wrong now? Didn't I already apologize to you...?"

"Not that one!"

Kukuru flew to her and pointed towards the window. "I just saw a flower fairy! She was following your father!"

Xia An'an was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed.

"What?!"

She then quickly walked to the window, opened it, and leaned out to look down.

Sure enough, Xia Mu was carrying the pot of hyacinths, walking home along the sidewalk.

Behind him, a flower fairy was leisurely following.

"It really exists..."

Xia An'an gasped, instinctively reaching for her pocket—

empty.

She reached for nothing, paused for a moment, and then realized that these weren't her original clothes.

Then, Xia An'an quickly turned around, ran back to the dressing room, and rummaged through the pockets of her school uniform—

It's still empty.

Her face suddenly turned deathly pale.

"We're doomed..."

Xia An'an looked up at Kukuru floating by the door, her voice tinged with panic, "It seems the essence is at home... I didn't bring it out..."

Kukuru's expression instantly became incredibly interesting.

"Huh?! Why don't you carry something this important with you at all times?!"

His voice rose several octaves, and his wings flapped loudly.

Startled by his shout, Xia An'an's initial panic was instantly replaced by a defiant spirit. She glared at him and retorted:

"It was Kukuru who told me to put it in that box, so I put it back! It's all your fault!"

"I said 'keep it safe under normal circumstances,' not 'go out without it!'"

"Well, you didn't explain it clearly either!"

"Is that even a question? It's common sense!"

"Your common sense isn't my common sense!"

The two of them talked back and forth, neither willing to give in, and their voices grew louder and louder.