Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

I was awakened by the light of the snow the next morning.

When Miya peeked out from under the covers, she found the dormitory room was empty.

Xiaoye's quilt was folded neatly, and Asase's katana was not on the sword rack behind the door. Their schedules were probably both at 7 a.m.

A layer of fresh snow hung on the peach tree branches outside the window. The blue-purple glow of the luminous vines was covered by the snow, with only a few faint rays of light showing through the edges, as if sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar.

She picked up her phone and glanced at it. Bie Chenye had left a message on WW saying that he would be gone for a few more days and would be back in about a week. He told her to study and do exercises on her own and not to forget to feel the vitality of life every day.

She attached a photo at the end, a selfie of Bie Chenye. The background was a purple tundra that Mi Ye had never seen before. She probably wanted to take a picture of the tundra but the camera was tilted, so she only managed to capture half of her face and her black hair that was messed up by the wind.

Mi Ye smiled and replied, "Okay, teacher, be careful," before getting out of bed to wash up.

Today I'm going to the Central General Hospital to give Lan Ye's apple to the owner of that song, the girl who came to sing to me when I was unconscious that day.

When she pushed open the dormitory building door, it was not yet fully light, and a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes hit her face directly.

Miya shrank her neck and zipped her windbreaker all the way up, but her ears still stung from the wind. She had no choice but to turn around and run back to her room, where she pulled out the cat-ear hat from the closet and put it on.

A light gray knitted hat with two round cat ears standing upright on the top; I bought it at the Central Department Store.

She looked at her phone screen; the tips of her ears were a little red from the cold, but it didn't affect the overall look.

The snow fell more heavily than she had expected.

A thin layer of white had accumulated on the main road of the campus, and the wooden signs on the peach trees were covered with snow.

Miya walked towards the school gate through the snow, her footprints leaving a trail of small pits of varying depths behind her.

While waiting for the bus, she suddenly thought of a problem: she couldn't go to see the girl who sang for her empty-handed.

Someone took care of her while she was in a coma. Whoever that person was, their kindness was genuine.

In her previous life, Mi Ye had also been hospitalized and knew how boring the ceiling of a hospital room could be. Time would stretch out and feel sticky in the hospital room, and every minute felt like it was being forcibly torn off from the previous minute.

Why don't you buy a throw pillow? A big one, a soft one, the kind you can lean against or hug.

Miya took a car to the city center, browsed around the cushion section, and finally chose a round, pink pig cushion. The fluffy texture was as soft as a cat's belly, and it made a soft "poof" sound when you squeezed it.

She asked the shop assistant to wrap it in gift paper right there in the store. The light blue wrapping paper was printed with small star patterns, and the silver ribbon looked just like the Milky Way from last night.

When they came out of the mall, the snow had lessened a bit, and Miya even picked up a few more star fragments.

She glanced at her current screen.

[Physical Fitness: 157]

[Agility: 161]

IQ: 116

【Charm: 100】

Even in a top-tier academy like Moon Forest, this attribute would be considered excellent.

Miya walked to the bus stop and boarded the bus. The snowy scenery along the way, combined with the decorations for the celebration of the gods' birthday, looked very lovely.

We arrived at the station in no time.

The main entrance of the Central General Hospital faces south and is a gray-white high-rise building. The exterior walls are covered with large patches of ivy, but in winter all the leaves have fallen, leaving only dense brown vines clinging to the walls and spreading upwards from both sides of the porch.

The snow at the entrance was pushed to both sides by the snow-clearing robot, forming a small snowman.

An electronic banner hangs above the automatic glass door, which reads: "Central General Hospital wishes you a speedy recovery."

Miya stood in the elevator, hugging a pig-shaped pillow, as the floor numbers jumped up one by one.

She rehearsed in her mind what she should say when she met the other person: "Hello, I'm the patient you sang to me before. Thank you. This is a thank-you gift, a cushion, and this apple was given to you by a little witch named Lan Ye. Do you know her?"

No, no, it's too stiff. It sounds like someone is reading from a script.

She shook her head and decided to talk about it when she got to the ward door.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the familiar smell of disinfectant wafted out.

She remembered this floor; the last time she woke up from a coma was on this floor, and the window at the end of the corridor faced the jacaranda trees in the hospital's backyard.

Miya walked towards the ward where she had stayed before, guided by her vague memory. When she passed the nurses' station, she unconsciously slowed down.

She had no idea what the other person's name was or which room they were in. She couldn't very well ask at the nurses' station, "Excuse me, who was the person who secretly sang to me while I was unconscious?"

So she stood in the middle of the corridor for a while, looking left and right. Every ward door was closed. Just as she was hesitating whether to tiptoe and look through the windows of each ward, a gentle voice came from behind her.

"Little friend, who are you looking for?"

Turning around, she saw a nurse carrying a tray of medicine bending over and smiling at her.

Miya opened her mouth, her mind racing, and finally chose the relatively effortless answer, though her ears were already burning as she spoke.

"...Looking for my sister, the one with long white hair, who sings beautifully, do you know her?"

The nurse tilted her head and thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

"You mean her? She's in the single room at the very end of the corridor. Come on, let me take you there."

Miya breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little embarrassed to be called a little girl and led around like that. However, the nurse had already naturally taken her hand.

"Your sister has been doing quite well lately. She's been in much better spirits these past few days than last week. She was even playing the guitar in bed a couple of days ago."

"However, she is in poor health, and the doctor told her not to overexert herself. If you see her practicing singing for too long, you'll have to keep an eye on her for us."

The two stopped in front of the door at the end of the corridor and knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Little March, your sister has come to see you."

When Mi Ye heard the words "sister," she almost choked on her saliva, but the door had already been pushed open halfway by the nurse.

The nurse next to her smiled encouragingly, gesturing for her to go in by herself, and then continued her rounds with the medicine tray.

Miya took a deep breath, pushed open the ward door, and went inside.

The private room was much quieter than outside. The window faced the jacaranda trees in the hospital's backyard. Snow weighed down the branches, and occasionally a small clump of snow would slide off the branch and fall silently into the white ground below the tree.

A pot of daisies sat on the windowsill, next to a wooden guitar with a handwritten sheet of music clipped to the strings.

The sunlight streaming in through the window bathed the entire room in a soft blue-white hue.

In March, Xia leaned against the headboard, her long white hair spread out on the pillow, her eyes closed, and her long eyelashes casting two faint shadows on her cheeks.

Her breathing was light and shallow, and the rise and fall of her chest was so small that it was almost invisible. Her fingers, which were outside the blanket, were thin and white, and the skin on the back of her hand was so thin that you could vaguely see the blue veins underneath.

The sunlight from the snow outside the window fell on her face, and Mi Ye suddenly felt that she was thinner than when she last saw her under the jacaranda tree, but her captivating beauty had not diminished at all.

Miya quietly closed the door, and the moment she turned around, San Yuexia opened her eyes.

Her gaze wasn't fully focused yet, and she looked towards the doorway in a daze, but she immediately recognized the person standing there.

Something seemed to suddenly light up those eyes, which were the color of spring rain, and a smile spread from the corners of their eyes.

"It's you."

In March, Xia patted the side of her bed without saying much, but the meaning in her actions was crystal clear.

Miya stood at the head of the bed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

She felt she should say something first, like thank you for singing for her in the hospital room, but she was too shy to say a word. She could only follow March Summer's lead and carefully sit down on the edge of the bed.

The moment the mattress sank slightly, Mi Ye smelled a faint floral fragrance, like the subtle sweetness carried by a gentle breeze when dew still clung to the petals in the morning. Surprisingly, the scent of disinfectant was not masked by it.

Miya involuntarily took a deep breath, then quickly realized that she was smelling someone else's scent. Her face turned bright red, and she quickly shook her head to cover it up. The movement was so big that the cat ears on her cat-ear hat swayed twice, and she didn't even notice that the snow covering them had accidentally fallen off.

She frantically pulled the apple from her bosom.

The pinkish-white peel appeared even paler under the snowy light, and the tender green leaf still looked as if it had just been picked from the branch, as if time had not passed on it at all.

Miya presented the apple to Sanyue Xia, and when she opened her mouth, she realized that she hadn't even prepared an opening statement, so she could only recount the facts of what she had experienced.

"This was given to you by a little witch named Lan Ye. She said... it should be given to the owner of this song, the one you sang in the hospital room. I don't know if you know her, but she said you would definitely understand it."

In March, Xia looked down at the pinkish-white apple in her palm, and the light in her eyes flickered violently.

She tried to smile, her lips curling upwards, but she couldn't hold it in.

Her eyelashes drooped, her lips were pressed into a line, and her right hand unconsciously stroked the tender green leaf on the apple peel again and again.

Miya sat helplessly on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do with her hands. In the end, she could only take the little pig pillow out of the bag and gently place it next to Sanyuexia's pillow.

March Summer didn't speak, nor did she shed any tears, but her eyes were already red.

Lan Ye must be her relative.

Mi Ye recalled the three-eyed little witch who stood alone guarding the flowering tree in the sea of ​​flowers, the clumsy smile on Lan Ye's face when she took an apple out of her chest, the last "thank you" she said when her consciousness collapsed, and the sadness that seeped into her chest with the embrace, a sadness that didn't belong to her but weighed heavily on her heart and wouldn't dissipate.

She looked up and saw that San Yuexia next to her had sniffed lightly, quickly rubbed the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, and then looked up again, her face already showing the bright smile she usually wore during her live streams.

She disguised herself very quickly, so quickly that if Mi Ye hadn't just witnessed her almost bursting into tears, she might have been fooled.

"Thank you, this apple is very important to me."

In March, Xia held the apple in her hands as if she were holding a little bird she had just picked up from the snow. Then she turned to look out the window. The snow was still falling, and the fine snowflakes made a soft rustling sound as they hit the windowpane.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Miya paused for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"Can you come downstairs for a walk with me? I want to go out and see the snow."

March Summer smiled at Miya.

Mi Ye pursed her lips, not saying anything like, "It's very cold outside, will your body be able to handle it?"

So he stood up, took the thick white coat that March had draped at the foot of the bed, unfolded it, and carefully draped it over her shoulders like a cape, then reached out his hand.

When March Summer placed her hand in her palm, Miya found that the hand was colder than an apple.

She held it, gently warming it with the warmth of her own palm, and led March Summer out of the ward like she was leading a child.