Chapter 88 The Eternal Shackles of Love

When the witch was young, she had suffered all the malice in the world. She closed herself off and escaped from the dirty and filthy world.

But there was a man who spent his whole life just to untie the shackles on the witch.

He succeeded.

With the limited life of a mortal, he accompanied the witch to the end of her death. In just a few decades, he blossomed an eternal and gorgeous flower in the witch's heart.

From then on, the witch was free, and the individual named Krisa Christina was free.

When Xu Xi died in front of the witch.

When the only one in the witch's heart disappeared.

All the shackles on Krisa broke, she experienced human emotions again, cried silently, and became the unrestrained and free bird that Xu Xi hoped for.

But Krisa didn't want to be like this, she didn't like it.

"Teacher, please help me put it on again..."

Krisa asked softly, handing the glimmering sea blue necklace to Xu Xi's palm.

Xu Xi spent his whole life to untie the shackles for the witch.

The witch chose to put it on again.

This time, the shackles, named [Eternal Love], are heavier than anything in the world. They are the eternal bondage imposed by the witch voluntarily.

She never wants to be separated from the sun in her heart again.

She only wants eternal companionship...

"Krisa, why did you take off the necklace?" Xu Xi took the necklace, a little puzzled.

"I cleaned up the garbage for you, I was afraid of dirtying it," the gray-haired witch replied.

Garbage? Xu Xi felt something was strange.

He couldn't tell.

He decided to put the necklace on Krisa first.

"Krisa, lower your head a little." The autumn courtyard was filled with an orange-yellow atmosphere. The man walked slowly behind the witch and gently lifted her gray-silver long hair with his palm.

The hair escaped from her fingers, like a miracle of light passing through her palm, light and smooth.

The autumn breeze caressed.

The warm sun was warm.

That familiar feeling, the New Year's Eve when he put the necklace on the witch, seemed to be just yesterday. In a trance, Xu Xi smiled.

His hands each held one end of the mithril chain.

Wrapped around Krisa's fair neck.

Met at the back of the neck, overlapped and clasped, and with a crisp sound of "clicking", the final fixation and finishing were completed.

The necklace was put on.

"Thank you..." Krisa thanked softly, her voice was very subtle, as if it would dissipate with the autumn wind, but it was particularly clear.

"I like your necklace very much... very much..."

The autumn wind became stronger.

Whistling and humming, Krisa's gray-silver long hair was blown in the air, but that did not make the witch look ugly, but further highlighted the godless desire and delicate brokenness.

The skirt swayed in the wind, and the coat was blown.

The sea blue necklace hanging on the chest reflected the hazy and dreamy glow, which was the light of the gem and the light of love, embellishing the witch's heart that was not good at expressing.

"Just like it, it looks good, isn't it?"

Xu Xi smiled.

He looked at Krisha in front of him, and the more he looked, the more he felt. The 17-year-old face that had never changed, and the indifferent face, made Krisha look unchanged.

Very familiar, very happy.

Although it was a reunion across a world.

There was no strangeness in his heart.

The past and the present, the illusion and the reality, were completely blurred at this moment.

"It's windy outside, let's go inside", Xu Xi took the witch's slender white fingers and led her into a warm and comfortable home.

The witch had a home again.

After entering the house.

Xu Xi wanted to pour some hot water for the two of them, but was stopped.

"Please leave it to me", the gray-silver witch who always kept a 17-year-old face and a girlish posture, said to Xu Xi seriously.

After a long time, Xu Xi looked into the witch's eyes again.

Compared with the previous black and gold colors, the blankness in Krisha's eyes has dissipated and is filled with pure bright red.

The beautiful eyes reflected Xu Xi's posture.

Young.

Vigorous.

Without the restriction of the terms, with both the cultivation side and the magic side, Xu Xi no longer needs to worry about his life span.

"Then, I'll leave it to you, Krisa", Xu Xi couldn't resist the witch's insistence.

"Yes, please rest assured", Krisa responded calmly.

She walked into the kitchen alone, her eyes swept back and forth. Although it was her first time on Earth, she showed incredible understanding.

In an instant, she learned how to use all the utensils.

No magic was used to generate.

No power was used to create.

Krisa behaved as before, just like living in the magic world with Xu Xi, with a skilled posture, she manipulated various utensils to boil water and make tea.

Meticulous, serious.

Soon.

A cup of brewed hot tea was handed to Xu Xi by Krisa, and a small porcelain plate was placed at the bottom of the cup to play a role in heat insulation.

"Thank you, Krisa", Xu Xi blew the hot steam on the tea surface and took another sip.

A little hot, but just right for the cold autumn.

The tea passed through the gap between the teeth and finally converged on the tongue, releasing a light aftertaste.

Very peaceful.

Not intense.

Just like the life between Xu Xi and the witch.

Back in the magic world, with the strength of the two, they could have achieved a more luxurious life, but neither Xu Xi nor Krisa had the idea of ​​changing their peaceful life.

A peaceful life contains simple beauty.

Every little bit, every drop, is a precious and precious thing.

"Krisha, sit down," Xu Xi asked the witch to sit down. After handing over the hot tea, Krisha had been standing beside him, quietly waiting for Xu Xi's next order.

With her hands crossed on her belly and standing in an extremely upright posture, anyone who saw her would only think she was a maid.

"Yes."

Krisha sat down in response.

The bleak autumn gradually began to dim. The lights in the living room were turned on by Xu Xi, and they were yellow and hazy, casting a layer of afterglow on the witch's gray-silver long hair that fell on her shoulders.

Snap——

Xu Xi put down the finished teacup, and the moment the bottom of the cup touched the porcelain plate, a crisp sound was made.

He looked puzzled and asked Krisha about the confusion that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

"Krisha, how did you... come here?"

"I saw your figure, heard your voice, and felt your presence, so I came to find you."

The witch's answer was simple.

She said what she did in a calm and indifferent tone.

But, behind such a short answer, is it really so easy to say?

Xu Xi felt that the truth was probably not like this.

"Thank you for your hard work, Krisa", Xu Xi said, with a very complicated emotion in his voice.

"It's not hard...", Krisa shook her head stiffly.

As long as I can see you, as long as I can meet you again, everything is worth it.

The rest is not important at all.

Yes, nothing matters, you are the only special one...

The aquamarine inlaid in the middle of the necklace is like a real undulating wave, sometimes calm and sometimes roaring, showing the witch's mind.