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

When Miya led San Yuexia out of the back door of the inpatient department, the snow was still falling, but it was lighter than in the morning.

Fine snowflakes drifted down from the gray-white sky, landing on hair and first forming small white patches before turning into water droplets after a while.

The snow in the backyard was much thicker than in the front yard; when you stepped on it, it went over the soles of your shoes and made a soft thud.

San Yuexia's hand felt very comfortable to hold; her fingers were slender and long. When Mi Ye held it in her palm, she suddenly realized that the other person's hand was a size larger than hers, and her fingers could just fit between her own.

As Miya walked, she unconsciously rubbed her thumb lightly against the back of San Yuexia's hand, and then pinched the fleshy tips of her fingers.

When she realized what she was doing, her cheeks flushed red. Just as she was about to pull her hand back, San Yuexia slightly bent her fingers and gently hooked her hand in return.

"Your hands are so warm."

March Summer turned her head to look at her.

"Let's take it slow, there's no rush."

"Okay, sure..."

Miya lowered her head a little, leaving only two pairs of cat ears that were still rising and falling with her steps.

The backyard is the sanatorium of the Central General Hospital, with rows of flowering trees lining both sides of the gravel path.

In winter, most trees have lost all their leaves, leaving only bare branches reaching towards the sky, covered with a thick layer of snow, but the nameplates hanging on the tree trunks are still there.

Cherry blossoms, crape myrtle, kapok, pear blossoms.

Each tree is a different species, and in addition to the tree species name, the name of the donor and the date are engraved in small print on the nameplate, indicating that they were planted by a charity project many years ago.

At the end of the path grew the largest jacaranda tree in the entire backyard.

The trunk is thick, and the canopy can cover most of a bench, but it is winter now, and the flowers have long since fallen, leaving only bare branches extending in all directions, each branch covered with snow, as if the tree is wrapped in a white velvet blanket.

There was a bench under the tree, and the surface of the bench was covered with a layer of fresh snow that had not been swept away.

In March, Xia stopped in a clearing about three or four meters away from the jacaranda trees.

She gently drew a circle in the snow with her toes, then took the pinkish-white apple from Miya's hand, squatted down, and placed the apple on the snow in the very center of the circle.

"What do you think of this place? The sun shines here, and in spring, the jacaranda trees next to it bloom and can also help block the wind."

Miya realized that the other party wanted to plant the apple, so she nodded. Then she realized that San Yuexia probably couldn't see her nod, so a more direct method suddenly popped into her mind.

She stretched out her hand, and a tentacle slid out from her sleeve. The tip of the tentacle made a thumbs-up gesture in front of March Summer. The Blood Fairy petals were specially adjusted to make this gesture.

March Summer looked at the tentacle that was making a thumbs-up gesture, and at first she almost didn't react, then she burst out laughing.

"Your tentacles are so cute."

Miya scratched her face sheepishly, but seeing San Yuexia smiling happily, she couldn't help but smile too.

After giving a thumbs-up, the tentacle didn't retract. Instead, it plunged into the snow and dug a small hole with a few quick plops. The excavated soil was piled up next to it, forming a small brown mound on the snow.

Listening to the sounds of the tentacles digging in the soil, San Yuexia chuckled softly, then squatted down, held the apple in both hands, carefully placed it at the bottom of the pit, and used her fingers to gently push the soil back up to cover the apple, then gently pressed the soil surface down.

After doing all this, she stood up, supporting herself on her knees, patted the dirt off her hands, and slowly walked to the bench to sit down, slightly out of breath.

Mi Ye's heart tightened, and she quickly went over and sat down next to her, unzipping her windbreaker to warm the other person with her own body.

March Summer leaned on her shoulder, caught her breath, and then spoke with a soft smile.

"Lan Ye was a fellow patient of mine. Later, I had to transfer to another hospital for surgery. I left in a hurry and didn't have time to take many things with me, nor did I have time to say goodbye to her."

"When I settled down in the new hospital and tried to contact her, they said she had been taken back by her family, and then I lost contact with her and couldn't find her anywhere."

In March, Xia lowered her head, her eyes also drooping.

"I thought she had been discharged from the hospital and gone home to live with her family, living a normal life."

Her voice paused.

"Until you just put this apple in my hand, I recognized it as Lan Ye's Snow Fairy."

"The Snow Fairy?"

Miya was almost scared.

"After a witch dies, if a particularly strong obsession remains in her sea of ​​consciousness, this obsession will condense into a crystal that looks like an apple. If this apple is buried in the soil and well cared for, a new tree will grow from it."

"People also call this tree the Snow Fairy because when it blooms, the tree is covered with white flowers, which are even lighter than snowflakes and will fill the sky when the wind blows."

Miya subconsciously looked down at the back of her right hand.

Her own divine flash was also named Blood Fairy, which sounded the same. Could there be some connection between the two?

While I was still lost in thought, the sounds beside me suddenly stopped.

Turning my head, I saw that March Summer's eyes were already wet.

She didn't cry out loud, but tears fell one by one, dripping onto the thick white coat on her legs, spreading out small, dark, damp patches.

Her shoulders were trembling slightly, but her hands gripped the fabric on her knees tightly, as if as long as she held on tight enough, her tears would go unnoticed.

Miya's mind was buzzing. Although she was quite good at taking care of people, she knew nothing about how to comfort someone who was crying. She couldn't possibly spit on someone like she did when she played a prank on the orange puppy.

My mind raced, searching for every line I could think of, but I rejected each one before it even left my lips.

Don't cry.

This is so perfunctory!

everything will get better.

Hypocritical, absolutely rejected!

You still have me.

What cheesy pickup lines? You absolutely must never say this.

...Damn it, whatever!

Miya finally made up her mind, opened her arms, and threw herself into Sanyuexia's arms. She wrapped her arms around Sanyuexia's waist and clasped them tightly behind her back, burying her face in the other's chest and hugging her tightly.

March Summer was stunned for a moment, completely unaware of what had happened, only feeling a warm little thing suddenly in her arms.

The fluffy cat-ear hat brushed against her chin, and her short, light golden hair, fluffy like a jellyfish, tickled her cheeks.

She hadn't been hugged so tenderly by anyone for a very, very long time. The last time was probably her mother's hug when she was very young, before she was brought to the hospital.

In March, Xia finally couldn't stop her tears.

She rested her chin on the top of Mi Ye's head, placed one hand on Mi Ye's back, and wrapped the other arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to her.

The two remained in that position for so long that the snowflakes that fell on them accumulated into a thin layer of white flowers.

Miya could feel that the small patch of sadness in her chest, which didn't belong to her, was slowly soaked by San Yuexia's tears and melted into snow water.

After an unknown amount of time, Mi Ye was the first to release her grip, take a half step back, and look up.

Her eyes were a little red, but she still forced herself to look at March Summer.

"Want to go see the flowers together?"

In March, Xia blinked blankly, a tear still clinging to her eyelashes, reflecting the white light refracted from the snow.

Although she didn't understand what Miya was saying, she still nodded slightly.

So Miya took her hand, helped her up from the bench, and the two of them walked together to the bare jacaranda tree.

A thin layer of ice covered the tree trunk, and the branches swayed slightly in the air, shaking off a few snowflakes.

Miya crouched down, placed her palms on the snow, and sent a small amount of magic into the soil from her palms, then imagined what the flowers would look like when they bloomed.

Close your eyes, and you'll see pink and white petals hanging down like willow branches, while warm yellow lanterns sway gently beneath the tree.

The magic seeped from her palms into the soil, then spread in all directions along the network of roots.

A subtle tremor came from deep within the soil, as if something was impatiently breaking through the frozen layers of earth.

The first seedling emerged from in front of Mi Ye's fingertips.

The white petals were not yet fully open, like a clenched little fist, and then slowly unfolded under their gaze, revealing the pale yellow stamens inside.

Then came the second, the third, the tenth, and the hundredth.

With the palm of Miya pressed against the ground as the center, the flowers spread outwards along the snow like ripples.

Every inch of ground swept by the magic of the flower field remained untouched by the melting snow, but flowers sprouted directly from between the snow layers—white, pale pink, and light purple—mingling seamlessly with the snowflakes.

The same was true for that bare jacaranda tree.

Tender green buds sprouted from the dry branches at a visible speed. Within seconds, the buds turned into flower buds, which swelled up and then burst open, with clusters of blue-purple flowers bursting open one after another. The whole tree looked as if it had been pulled from winter into March.

The clusters of flowers were so dense and heavy that they bent the branches, swaying gently in the wind. The fallen petals, blown by the wind that swept through the backyard, along with the petals of the new flowers on the ground, mingled with the falling snowflakes, creating a vast expanse of flowing floral snow.

In March, Xia stood in the middle of the snowy flowers, staring blankly upwards.

Her eyesight wasn't good enough to see the details of every flower, but she could still see blue-purple orbs of light spreading from the treetops above her head to the ground beneath her feet, and white dots of light covering the entire backyard along the snow, as if someone had plucked the entire Milky Way from the sky and laid it at her feet.

Petals fell on white hair and long eyelashes.

She reached out and caught a jacaranda petal.

"What a nice view."

Looking at San Yuexia's smile, Mi Ye almost blurted out "You're even more beautiful," but swallowed it back at the last moment, her face turning red before she could.

That was close! We almost got exposed.

The snow is still falling.

The commotion in the backyard quickly attracted attention.

First, someone in the second-floor ward opened the window and looked down. Then, one after another, the windows on the third and fourth floors were opened, and patients leaned out of the windows. Some people exclaimed in surprise, while others turned around and shouted into the corridor to come and look downstairs.

The nurses at the nurses' station put down their work and ran over to open the back door. The doctors from the inpatient department also came out, still holding the medical records they hadn't had time to put down.

Everyone stood on the gravel path in the backyard, in the snow, looking up at the jacaranda tree that was in full bloom in the dead of winter and the field of flowers.

A little witch patient raises a communicator on the third-floor windowsill, the camera pointed at the two people in the flower bushes below.

In the viewfinder, blue-purple petals and white snowflakes danced and swirled, covering the entire backyard with flowerbeds.

In the very center of the flower field, a girl with long white hair covered in petals stood among the flowers, looking up and smiling. Another petite figure wearing a cat-ear hat held her hand, and tentacles emerged from her sleeves, carefully brushing away the petals that had accumulated on her shoulders.

The two looked like an angel fallen to earth and a fairy dancing among the flowers.

And the jacaranda tree in full bloom amidst the wind and snow is like a witness to their first meeting.