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

"Hongyu, what I want is 'horns,' not 'feet.' The ones that grow on the head, not the ones that walk."

An Ying Hongyu looked down at her foot that had been pressed back, then looked up at Xia Tong's face.

"Growing on its head..."

She raised her hand and touched her head.

It was completely bare, with nothing there, except for two round sideburns.

"I don't have 'horns'."

There was a hint of disappointment in Shadow Red Rain's tone, as if she was apologizing for "not being able to help with this."

Looking at her serious expression as she came to the conclusion that she didn't have it, Xia Tong suddenly found it a little funny, but also a little pitiful.

"If you don't have it, you don't have it. It's not your fault."

He reached out and gently patted Shadow Red Rain's head. "The Dark Dragon's horn was just something I wrote on a whim. It would be best if we could get it, but it doesn't matter if we can't."

Then, Xia Tong's gaze swept over the materials piled high on the coffee table.

"Besides, you've already been a great help."

Dark Shadow Red Rain squinted slightly as he touched her head, and the warmth from his touch gradually dispelled the slight disappointment in her heart.

"Um……"

After a soft reply, her orange-red eyes brightened again. "Does Xia Tong still need it?"

"No need."

Xia Tong withdrew her hand. "Hongyu, you've worked hard. Come back and get some rest."

Dark Shadow Red Rain gave a soft "hmm," and deep purple light particles emerged from her body. In the blink of an eye, her small figure transformed into an exquisite card, which gently fell into Xia Tong's palm.

Xia Tong put the card in her pocket, looked up, and met Qian Han's gentle yet curious eyes.

"Xiaotong, did your 'friend'...do something strange just now?"

Although Qian Han couldn't see, she could clearly see the subtle silence in the air and the fleeting helplessness on Xia Tong's face.

"no."

Xia Tong remained unfazed. "She's just... more imaginative."

Qian Han blinked and nodded thoughtfully.

Then, her gaze fell on the materials that had appeared out of nowhere on the coffee table, and she asked softly:

"So... is that enough material? Is there anything else I can help with?"

That's enough.

Xia Tong nodded, reached for a small bottle, and said, "Let's begin."

"Um!"

Qian Han nodded seriously.

Although she couldn't see the child who had helped her, she knew that the child was very sincere, earnest, and genuinely wanted to help Xia Tong, just like she herself...

-

A few minutes later.

A pale blue magic circle slowly appeared on the living room floor.

It rotates quietly, continuously emitting a faint blue light that is not dazzling but rather gives a warm and gentle feeling.

Qian Han unconsciously held her breath, her gaze fixed on the flowing patterns.

What a nice view……

However, the next second——

The magic circle suddenly shone brightly, and the entire circle expanded rapidly outward like ripples on a lake surface blown by the wind, but then quickly dimmed and finally disappeared completely, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

"Huh?"

Qian Han looked up, her tone tinged with surprise and disappointment, "Disappeared? Was it...was it a failure?"

"There was no failure."

Xia Tong shook her head and withdrew her hand from the air. "It's just hidden."

His gaze swept over the floor, now restored to its original state. "After all, it would be troublesome if someone saw it."

Qian Han paused for a moment, then nodded in realization.

Yes, if Grandpa comes back and sees such a big glowing pattern on the living room floor, he'll definitely ask about it.

She lowered her head, her gaze falling on the floor.

Although she couldn't see it, she could definitely sense that things had changed here.

It's warm and comfortable, as if something gentle is quietly filling every corner.

Although it can't compare to... no, that's not right.

Qian Han paused for a moment, her cheeks flushed slightly, and then she gently suppressed the thought that had flashed through her mind.

"Is that all?"

She asked softly, her tone carrying a hint of expectation that she herself was unaware of.

"Um."

Xia Tong nodded, her gaze sweeping across the living room. "Furthermore, this magic circle has already covered your entire house, Qian Han. From now on, your cultivation efficiency at home will be much higher than before."

He paused, then added, "This can reduce the time by at least half."

"More than half?"

Qian Han's eyes widened slightly, and she blinked in surprise. "So that means what used to take six months will now only take three months at most?"

"That's true in theory, but it depends on your practice."

"Um!"

Qian Han nodded vigorously, her eyes full of determination. "I'll do my best!"

Xia Tong looked at her energetic appearance and said with a smile:

"It's good to be motivated, but you also need to balance work and rest, and use some free time."

"I see."

Qian Han nodded seriously.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Xia Tong raised her hand, her palm gleaming faintly.

Using storage magic, I took out the notebook that was inside.

Qian Han looked at the notebook that had appeared out of nowhere, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes, but she didn't ask any further questions.

After all, she had witnessed enough "miracles" in the past few days, and she needed to slowly get used to these incredible things.

Xia Tong opened the notebook, turned to a page, and handed it to Qian Han.

"Qian Han, please take a look at this for me."

Qian Han took the notebook and looked down at the design drawings carefully.

A breakdown of the ice crystal camellia hair accessory, a picture of how it looks when worn, and a new dress that is not yet finished.

"So beautiful..."

She looked up at Xia Tong, "Xiao Tong, what's this?"

"It was just a flash of inspiration."

Xia Tong answered truthfully, tapping her fingertip lightly on the edge of the notebook, "But my inspiration is a bit unstable, so I'd like to hear your opinion."

Qian Han paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

She lowered her head and carefully looked through the pages, her gaze lingering on every detail, occasionally offering suggestions.

"Adding a few pleats to the hem would make it more dynamic."

Qian Han's fingers gently traced the outline of the skirt, "It feels like layers upon layers of flower petals."

Then, she looked up at Xia Tong, "The ice crystals in the hair ornament could be a little thinner and longer; it would be more delicate. And here—"

Xia Tong listened attentively, occasionally jotting down notes in her notebook.

Qian Han's suggestion was even more detailed than he had expected.

Time slipped away quietly as the two discussed.

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the Xia family's residence.

Xia An'an followed the few pink lights to the stairwell.

"This way..."

She murmured to herself, following the guidance of the light, and walked down the stairs step by step.

Kukuru floated on her shoulder, arms crossed, his face saying, "This prince will see what you can find," but his eyes honestly followed the light.

Hongyu floated lightly on Xia An'an's other side, tilting her head, her pink eyes filled with curiosity, occasionally glancing down at her hands.

Although she released those points of light, she didn't know where they would drift to.

At this moment, Xia Mu was still sitting on the sofa, her head slightly lowered, tending to the hyacinth on the coffee table.

Hearing footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs, he instinctively prepared to turn around and check.

Oops!

Xia An'an's pupils contracted sharply; before her brain could react, her body had already acted.

She grabbed Kukuru and Hongyu in each hand and ran upstairs.

"you--"

Kukuru was held tightly in her hand, its wings deformed by the pressure. Just as it was about to protest, Xia An'an stopped it with a slight force from her fingers.

"Shh!"

Xia An'an glared at him, then whispered, "Keep your voice down, or you'll be in big trouble if Dad sees you."

Kukuru struggled for a moment, but eventually wisely shut his mouth, though his eyes still seemed to say, "Could you be a little gentler?"

Hongyu was very quiet, just obediently letting her hold her hand, her pink eyes blinking.

At this moment, Xia Mu had already turned his head.

He saw several pink specks of light floating slowly in mid-air.

"Um?"

Xia Mu blinked.

Blinked again.

Then, when he took off his glasses, wiped them, and looked again, the stairwell was empty; there was nothing there.

It was as if those points of light were just an illusion created by his eyes playing tricks on him.

"Did I see wrong?"

Xia Mu shook her head, turned back, and continued to tend to the pot of hyacinths.

At the corner of the stairs.

Xia An'an leaned against the wall, clutching the few pink lights tightly in her hand, feeling them warm slightly in her palm.

She held her breath and waited for several seconds, only letting out a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no further movement coming from the living room.

"call……"

She turned to look at Kukuru and Hongyu beside her, then looked down at the few specks of light in her palm that she had caught in time and that hadn't drifted any further. A hint of relief at surviving a disaster flashed in her eyes.

My dad almost saw me.

Xia An'an quietly deactivated her transformation. The pink peach blossom transformation outfit turned into specks of light and disappeared, and her clothes returned to normal.

Then, she lowered her voice and said to Kukuru and Hongyu beside her:

"Let's go outside first."

Outside the house—

Kukuru, flying in mid-air, rubbed his arm that had been pinched so hard, looking resentful with a "I'm going to be pinched to death by you sooner or later" expression.

Hongyu gently shook her wings and floated to Xia An'an's side, her pink eyes filled with concern.

"An'an, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Xia An'an shook her head, then took a deep breath, her gaze hardening again. "Okay, let's continue the search!"

She stretched out her hand, palm facing up.

The few pink dots that had stopped seemed to sense her call and floated up from her palm.

They spun in mid-air, and then—

It drifted towards the direction behind Xia An'an, which was the direction of her home.

"Huh?"

Xia An'an was stunned for a moment, watching helplessly as the points of light floated over her head and drifted toward the door of her home that had just been closed.

"etc!"

She turned around quickly, nearly tripping over her own foot and staggering. "That flower fairy is in my house now?!"

Kukuru was also stunned. He flew to the spot of light, looked down at it, then looked up at Xia An'an, and finally looked at Hong Yu.

Are you sure?

He pointed at the points of light. "Is this the wrong thing?"

"It just floats like that, I don't know how it happens."

Hongyu tilted her head, her pink eyes filled with a hint of innocent confusion. "But my abilities don't lie."

Xia An'an scratched her head, standing there with a puzzled look on her face.

"But there's nothing special about our house, except..."

Her voice suddenly stopped.

hyacinth.

Flower Fairy.

Hyacinth Elf King Hyacinthus.

"No way..."

Xia An'an gasped and turned sharply to look at Kukuru.

Kukuru was also looking at her, and their expressions simultaneously became subtle.

"Was it because Dad had that pot of hyacinths that he stayed with Dad all that time?"

Xia An'an's voice held a hint of disbelief, but her speech quickened as she organized her thoughts, "Then we brought the hyacinths home, so Hyacinthus came along too?"

"That seems to be the case."

Kukuru swallowed hard, his gaze falling on the tightly closed door. "And right now, he's probably in the living room."

Xia An'an remained silent for two seconds.

Then, she took a deep breath, turned around, and pushed open the door to her home.

The living room was quiet.

Xia Mu was no longer on the sofa; she had probably gone back to her room.

On the coffee table, the pot of hyacinths sat quietly in the center.

The few pink specks of light floated to the edge of the coffee table and stopped.

Xia An'an blinked, tiptoed closer, and her gaze fell on the pot of hyacinths.

"Right here?"

She asked softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Kukuru flew over and landed next to the hyacinth.

"But there's nothing here."

He stretched out his hand, waved it above the hyacinth, then brought it closer to smell it. "I can't even see a shadow of it. Could it be that Red Rain's abilities are mistaken?"

"My abilities are beyond mistake."

Red Rain drifted over and said seriously, "They did indeed drift here."

Xia An'an ignored their argument and moved closer, staring at the leaves of the hyacinth.

The leaves still bear traces of the water that was just poured, with a few glistening drops of water gently flowing at the tips.

She looked for a long time but saw nothing.

And at this very moment—

Nearby, Hyacinthus, who was sitting on the coffee table, looked at the pink dots surrounding him and curiously reached out his finger to gently poke one of them.

The light spot was pushed back a short distance by his touch, then slowly floated back and circled around him again.

Hyacinthus blinked.

This is... Hongyu's power?

He looked up and glanced at Xia An'an, who was still intently staring at the hyacinth leaves, then at Kukuru, who looked confused, and Hongyu, who was tilting her head and observing her surroundings.

They really couldn't see me.

Hyacinthus glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist.

That person is right.

Hyacintos pursed his lips slightly and stood up from the coffee table.

Although he felt a little sorry for the flower fairy magician, he didn't want to be subdued; he wanted to stay.

Hyacinthus gently flapped its wings, floated up from the coffee table, and flew towards the stairs—Xia Mu's room was upstairs, and it wanted to go see that person.

However, Hyacinthus had only flown a short distance—

The pink dots that were originally resting on the edge of the coffee table slowly floated up and followed behind him.

?

Hyacinthus stopped and looked back.

The point of light stopped, floating in mid-air, waiting quietly.

He flew a little further forward.

The light spot followed.

Hyacinthus: "..."