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

Upon entering the game, the scene before you remains unchanged: the night sky and the lights.

Miya's head felt dizzy, like the feeling when you wake up from a fever.

I guess it's because I experienced too much today.

I rushed to Star Orbit in the morning, then at noon I was led to a mysterious place by that stray cat, and then I inexplicably wandered into my sea of ​​consciousness. In the afternoon I was forced to accept a deadly commission by two A-rank witches at the ramen shop, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop. In the evening I had to take a car all the way from the Illusionary Lighthouse back to the Moon Forest. What is all this about?

Miya shook her head listlessly, the ends of her short black hair swaying like little fish. The mask covered the upper half of her face, only revealing her mouth and chin, which was somewhat reassuring, since she didn't want the little ghost to see her so dejected.

Then he raised his head, looked over the bronze railing around the edge of the platform, which was covered with red prayer ribbons, and looked down at the row of wooden benches below.

The little ghost sat quietly on one of the benches, looking up at the fireworks in the sky. Her profile was illuminated by a cluster of golden fireworks that had just exploded. The hem of her light green ancient costume dress hung down from the edge of the bench, swaying gently in the night breeze.

Then she felt Mi Ye's gaze, turned her head, her eyes instantly crinkling into crescent moons as she raised her hand and gently patted the empty seat next to her.

Miya's heart sank instantly.

What's going on? This is so cute! It's just like a busy mom coming home after a long day, opening the door to find her beloved daughter rushing up to hug her.

She moved closer to the little ghost, and as soon as her bottom touched the edge of the bench, she began to apologize in a low voice and at a fast pace.

"I'm so sorry about today. I was working all afternoon and my phone was in my pocket, so I didn't check it. I didn't mean to not reply to your messages, I really, really didn't mean to. I saw the message as soon as I got off work and took the bus home immediately!"

Before she could finish speaking, the little ghost turned around, stretched out his arms and hugged her, then whispered in Miya's ear, his voice almost drowned out by the distant explosions of fireworks.

"Remember to tell me if you don't want me anymore, don't leave me waiting for you like an idiot."

Miya froze instantly, her body stiffening in the little ghost's arms. She didn't know where to put her hands, wanting to pat the little ghost's back to comfort her but not daring to. In the end, she could only hang in mid-air in a very awkward position.

She had never heard such words before. It was as if, in the world of the little ghost, being abandoned was a matter of course, something that would happen sooner or later, and the other person just hoped that they could be mentally prepared when that day came.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry! I didn't mean to abandon you! I just didn't see the message!!"

"I promise it won't happen again. I will never leave you! I swear!"

She became more and more anxious as she spoke, and her voice even trembled a little.

But the little ghost chuckled, then released his grip on Mi Ye and gently patted Mi Ye's head.

"I was just kidding you. I know you're busy. During the time you didn't reply to my messages, I went to see Hoshimachi-neechan. She said that since you're a student at Tsukinomori, you must have a lot of classes and commissions. I'm already very grateful that you can take the time to be with me."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently pinched Miya's soft cheek.

Miya's eyes widened suddenly, her face flushed instantly, and her head seemed to steam. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but only a whimper came out of her throat.

She...she...she's never seen anything like this before!

Miya felt that if she sat on this bench any longer, her brain might just shut down and she would become a useless person who could only babble, so she opened and closed her mouth several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

"I'm off to do a mission!! See you later!!"

Then he stood up and ran away without looking back.

The pink skirt of her ancient costume fluttered in the wind as she ran, and the ends of her hair behind the fox mask bounced up and down. From behind, she looked like a frightened cat.

The screen was instantly flooded with comments.

【Wait, why am I being shown this as soon as I join the live stream?】

【This is exactly the kind of teeth I want to see!】

Shy Flower Baby is also very cute!

When are these two finally going to be made? I can't wait!

The little ghost sat on the bench, propping his chin up as he watched Miya's fleeing figure, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The laughter was carried away by the night wind, mingling with the distant cries of a kappa hawking candied hawthorns and the ringing of copper bells on the wooden bridge; no one could hear it.

She straightened up, put her hands back on her knees, her gaze still fixed on the direction where Miya had disappeared, and recalled what Hoshimachi had said.

Hoshimachi-nee said that Hana-bo is a student of Tsuki no Mori.

Before Miya logged on, she asked Hoshimachi if Hana had arrived yet. Hoshimachi casually replied that Hana was probably studying. "That kid is from Tsuki no Mori, so her studies must be quite demanding."

However, this one sentence completely confirmed her vague guess.

That afternoon, the little witch, wrapped up like a glutinous rice ball, pushed open the door to the ward, holding a small pig pillow in her arms, saying she had come to thank the person who sang to her while she was unconscious.

They went to the backyard together, and Miya used her tentacles to dig a hole for her. The two of them planted Lan Ye's Snow Fairy Apples by hand. Then Miya asked if they wanted to see the flowers, and so the jacaranda trees in the whole backyard bloomed with flowers in winter.

The images of Hua Bao and Mi Ye had been overlapping in her mind ever since they first met.

Same body type, same soft and sweet way of speaking, same adorable walking posture.

Actually, it could have been confirmed long ago that the person who gave her the game qualification, and the one who had been watching her sing and keeping her company during her live streams, was Xiao Miye. She just hadn't wanted to believe it.

In March, Xia lowered her head and looked at her hands.

In the game, the hands are long and fair, but in reality, the hands are pale, and there are still needle marks from the IV drip that morning on the back of the hand.

She had feelings for Miya, or you could say she liked her, but San Yuexia felt that liking someone after only meeting them a few times seemed a bit shallow.

But she really did like Mi Ye; the heart doesn't lie.

It all started that afternoon when Miya tiptoed and placed the jacaranda in her palm; it was from the moment Miya asked if she wanted to see flowers and then conjured up an entire spring in winter that it was impossible to take it back.

But what could she do?

Miya is a student of the Moon Forest. She won first place in the martial arts competition and has a long road ahead of her and a bright future to explore.

All she had was the countdown the doctor described as "extending it to March of the following year if possible," and eyes that couldn't even see the face of the person she liked.

Her affection was light and fleeting, like a petal falling on the water's surface, unable to even stir a ripple. How could she possibly use that to constrain others?

In March, Xia pursed her lips and wiped her tear-filled eyes with her sleeve.

It would be so nice to be like a summer insect, able to see the dazzling fireworks one last time at the end of her life; that would be enough happiness for her.

A golden firework exploded at the highest point, its light scattering onto the half-empty bench under the banyan tree.