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

On the other side, after handing the clothes to Xia An'an, Qian Han went downstairs, but the expression on her face was still quite worried.

"Don't worry, Qianhan, your sister will be fine."

Just then, Xia Tong's voice came from not far away.

Upon hearing this, Qian Han looked up and saw Xia Tong sitting on the sofa, holding a half-finished glass of orange juice, calmly comforting her, saying:

"That's normal, it exploded the first time I had one too."

Qian Han blinked, a hint of surprise in her voice: "Xiao Tong, you too..."

"Well, except that I popped a water balloon that time."

Xia Tong nodded. "Back then, I hadn't learned how to launch it yet, and I ended up all soaking wet."

"Pfft..."

Qian Han imagined the scene for a moment, and finally chuckled softly.

The worry that had been weighing on my heart quietly dissipated with that laugh.

"Learning magic is truly fraught with difficulties."

She sighed softly.

"That's true."

Xia Tong picked up her juice and took another sip. "But if someone can guide you, you can avoid a lot of detours."

He put down his cup, stood up, and said, "Then let's continue."

"Um!"

Qian Han nodded seriously.

Xia Tong stood up and walked up to her.

"Next comes magic. Having imagination alone is useless without magic. So, let's learn how to accumulate magic within your body."

He raised his hand and held up three fingers. "Generally speaking, magic power is accumulated through special breathing techniques, meditation, and daily training, and the upper limit of magic power is gradually increased."

Xia Tong paused, observing Qian Han's expression, "You understand up to this point, right?"

Qian Han nodded. "Yes."

"it is good."

Xia Tong withdrew her hand and then took half a step back.

"Relax your upper body, keep your lower body steady..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Han took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders, and slightly separated his feet, shoulder-width apart.

Her posture was perfect, even better than Xia Tong had expected.

Hmm? Does Qian Han practice dancing regularly? Wait, no, we're getting off-topic.

Xia Tong shook her head, then continued to guide Qian Han and adjusted her breathing.

Once, twice, three times...

Qian Han closed her eyes and carefully felt the changes in her body.

But after several rounds, I didn't feel anything at all.

She opened her eyes, her gaze unconsciously shifting downwards, and her shoulders slumped in disappointment.

"Hmm, maybe I just don't have the talent for learning magic..."

No, you do.

Xia Tong raised her right hand, gently bent her index finger, and placed the knuckle against her upper lip, observing the magical fluctuations in Qian Han's body. "However, you currently have too little magical power in your body, so much so that even you yourself cannot perceive it."

Qian Han paused slightly, then gently shook her head, her tone gentle but tinged with disbelief: "Eh? Xiao Tong, you don't need to comfort me, I..."

"That's true."

Xia Tong shook her head, interrupting her.

He lowered his hand, his gaze lingered on Qian Han for a moment, and then, as if he had thought of something, he nodded slightly.

"Well, if that's the case, then let's leave it at that."

Then, Xia Tong reached out her hand to Qian Han, palm up, fingers slightly spread.

"Let's try again now."

Qian Han looked at the hand reaching out to her and, just like before, carefully adjusted her breathing. But then, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.

Her fingers twitched involuntarily.

It was just an ordinary hand, but his body seemed to be drawn by some kind of instinct, and he subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching Xia Tong's palm.

The moment she touched him, a warm current spread from the point of contact, flowing slowly through her fingertips, wrists, and arms to her entire body.

It's warm and cozy...

Qian Han's eyes narrowed slightly, and she unconsciously relaxed.

I wish this feeling could last forever...

The moment this thought popped into his head, Qian Han snapped back to reality.

Hmm!? No, why would I have such a thought?

Her face flushed red instantly, and her fingers, as if burned, suddenly released Xia Tong's hand and took a half step back.

"What's wrong, Qianhan?"

Xia Tong's voice came from the side, tinged with a hint of doubt.

He was looking down at the moment, and with his other hand he took out Hongyu's essence from his pocket, holding it up to his eyes to examine it carefully, not noticing Qian Han's momentary loss of composure.

Only after he felt Qian Han loosen her grip did he raise his head and look at her face.

"Still can't feel it? Hmm? That shouldn't be the case..."

"No... I felt it."

Qian Han blushed as she answered, her voice softer than usual.

But then she took a deep breath, the faint blush on her cheeks quickly faded, and a gentle smile returned as she changed the subject:

"Xiaotong, what are you holding in your hand...?"

"this?"

Xia Tong looked down at the essence in her palm. "It's Hong Yu's essence. I borrowed it from my sister to study it."

Just then—

"Xiaotong!"

Xia An'an's voice came from the stairwell, her tone filled with obvious panic and anxiety.

She rushed down the stairs, taking three steps at a time, while carrying Kukuru in her hand.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Tong turned to look at her sister.

Xia An'an's gaze fell on the essence in his hand, and her eyes instantly lit up.

Sure enough, Xiaotong had it with her.

After all, she hadn't seen Xiaotong return to her room when she left.

"No time to explain, I'll use this first!"

As Xia An'an spoke, she ran past Xia Tong and took Hong Yu's essence from his hand.

The movements were crisp and clean, without any hesitation or slackness.

Xia Tong looked down at her empty hands, then looked up at her sister's retreating figure as she rushed towards the door.

"sister?"

"I'll tell you when I get back!"

Xia An'an responded without turning her head, and rushed straight to the entrance without stopping.

With one hand grasping Hongyu's essence and the other carrying Kukuru, she swept over like a gust of wind.

Kukuru was being carried, her body bouncing up and down with the rhythm of her running, and finally she couldn't help but struggle:

"Could you please change how you lift me, Prince?! My wings are about to break!"

"Shut up!"

Xia An'an changed her position and started pinching the back of his collar. Kukuru looked like a cat being lifted up, his limbs hanging down, his expression one of utter despair.

"Xiaotong, Qianhan, I'm leaving now!"

Xia An'an opened the door with one hand and called out to the living room.

"Huh? An'an?"

Qian Han walked over from the living room, her face still flushed from learning magic, her eyes full of confusion. "What happened?"

"I'll explain when I get back!"

Xia An'an had already stepped out the door when her voice drifted in from outside, "Qian Han, stay home and don't wander off!"

Then, the door slammed shut.

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Qian Han stood still, blinked, and turned to look at Xia Tong.

"Xiaotong, An'an, she..."

"They must have seen something."

Xia Tong looked down at her empty palms, then looked up at the tightly closed door. "My sister has her things to do, and we have ours too."

Then, he withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at Qian Han again. "Qian Han, let's continue."

"Um……"

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On the other side, Xia An'an ran out of Qian Han's house and ran wildly along the street.

Kukuru was being carried in her hand, swaying gently in the wind.

"Could you...could you slow down a bit...?"

Kukuru's voice was broken by the wind, "This prince... is getting dizzy from all the shaking..."

"Shut up!"

As Xia An'an ran, she said, "Didn't you say the flower fairies followed my dad? If we don't hurry, we'll lose them!"

"Then you should watch where you're going!"

Kukuru struggled to lift his head and pointed ahead, "Your father went that way!"

Xia An'an made a sharp turn and almost crashed into a utility pole.

She staggered for a moment, steadied herself, and continued rushing forward.

"Why is Dad walking so fast...?"

She muttered breathlessly, but dared not slow her pace.

After turning two street corners, she finally saw Xia Mu's figure.

He was carrying the pot of hyacinths, walking along the sidewalk, completely unaware that a little tail was following him.

About ten steps behind Xia Mu, a small figure was floating slowly.

It is the Hyacinth Fairy King.

She has short, yellowish-green hair and wears a pink hat with a three-petal flower design. She is dressed in a red and white vest, white lantern shorts, red and black striped socks, and red pointed ankle boots with white pom-poms at the toes. On her back are a pair of translucent light green wings.

He was focused on following Xia Mu and didn't notice someone rushing towards him from behind.

"I saw it!"

Xia An'an's eyes lit up, and she quickened her pace.

Kukuru struggled in her grasp for a moment: "What are you going to do?"

"Stop him first!"

Xia An'an rushed to a short distance behind Yacintos, then suddenly stopped and took a few breaths.

Her gaze swept quickly across the road ahead—Xia Mu was carrying the pot of hyacinths, walking to the intersection, and turning the corner.

It's now!

Xia An'an took a deep breath, aimed at the small figure in front of her, and swung her arm, "Kukuru, go!"

"Huh?!"

Before Kukuru could react, she had already thrown him out like a sandbag, sending him flying in an arc through the air.

"You! I, the prince, am not a weapon!"

His protest echoed through the air, then with a "whoosh," he flew to the ground in front of Hyacinthus.

Hyacinthus's body trembled slightly.

He looked down at the little thing that had suddenly fallen from the sky and was now lying on the ground, dizzy and disoriented.

"Who are you?"

Hyacinthus's voice carried a hint of confusion and wariness.

Kukuru got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and puffed out his chest: "Hmph! This prince is Kukuru of the Ancient Spirit Clan!"

Hyacintos blinked, his gaze lingering on Kukuru for a moment before turning to the direction from which Kukuru had flown, where he saw Xia An'an running towards them.

Xia An'an rushed forward, then suddenly stopped, catching her breath.

But she didn't bother to catch her breath and immediately raised her right hand.

"Flower Fairy Magician Xia An'an, transform—"

"what!"

Hyacinthus then let out a short cry of surprise, flapped its wings rapidly, and transformed into a pale green streak of light invisible to the naked eye.

"Huh? Wait a minute!"

Xia An'an subconsciously reached out to grab it, but her fingertips only brushed against the air.

Hyacinthus vanished right before her eyes.