Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

The gurgling river water can smooth out too many protrusions and particles on the surface of the stone. If it is washed away by the water for too long, the stone will undergo huge changes that subvert its original shape, such as being ground smaller by a full circle, or changing from a round shape to a round shape. Egg-shaped stones are ground into flat stone flakes.

So how long does it take for such a vibrant and vibrant life to be polished and diluted into a shadow that is slow to change and full of barriers to the world?

Yes, retarded. Iris thinks that this is indeed the case with Albinia. She is slow to face many things, perhaps due to other worries, or just because she wants to hide her sensitivity. As a writer with a delicate heart and keen observation, Sensitive, as a female elf born in nature and close to nature, she is naturally sensitive to everything in the world.

A person who chooses to blunt his senses probably wants to prevent himself from receiving those sharp attacks.

And those who can attack Albinia...

A broad and warm hand patted the schoolbag beside her, covering up the exposed corner of the book.

Iris looked at the owner of the hand. The chief of the mage tower, who was holding a teacup in one hand, smiled at her, lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.

She moved her schoolbag back, and the chief gentleman sitting next to her took the initiative to move a little bit.

After putting away her schoolbag, she glanced at the name of the book cover exposed from the gap before turning back:

"Summer in Blooming Daisies"

It was a novel she had read for pleasure before, and was chosen as their copy background during the final credits event.

Even without the reminder that today's pot of tea tasted exactly the same as the one in the copy, she had already determined the real-life character prototype of "White Shadow".

If seeing Miss Bai Ying's hair in the dungeon being quite similar to Albinia's slightly curly hair proves nothing, then what Miss Bai Ying said before they left the dungeon directly aggravated Iris's feelings. Suspect:

“Don’t get too close to something that’s on the verge of collapse.”

Albinia had said exactly the same thing to her in the classroom.

What's even more coincidental is that Ernest told her that the author of that book was Albinia.

As an author, it is normal to understand and use the words you have written. The reasoning at this point does not seem to prove that Albinia is Miss Baiying. It can only show that Miss Baiying is a character created by Albinia.

But the rumors she had heard always bothered her:

"I heard that she had traveled far and wide to find someone, and she stayed outside for an unknown amount of time before she came back."

"Who is the person she is looking for? Have you found him now?"

"I don't know who it is, but I heard that she hasn't been found yet. She hasn't been out much since she returned to the academy. She probably doesn't want to look for her anymore."

Who could be the person that Albinia, who is acquainted with the dean, vice dean and even the chief of the Mage Tower, can't find?

And as we all know, Iscott Clark is the best mage in the entire Ward Continent who is good at searching for people.

Is it possible that Albinia never asked him for help? If even he can't help Albinia find the person she's looking for...

Perhaps this was the past when Albinia traveled far away from home and wandered around.

Iris was lost in thought, tapping her fingers on the table unconsciously, and suddenly felt that her vision was blurry.

In just a few seconds, the whiteness in front of her eyes dissipated. Iris lowered her head and saw the tea soup with white smoke rising in front of her.

On the teacup, there was still a hand with clear bones that had just moved the teacup away to save her vision.

"You like the tea the professor made for you so much that you want to jump in and wash your hair?"

Under the gaze of many elders and one junior (especially Alexia), Ernest did not hide his meanness at all, and everyone acted like they were "used to it" and "that's just him."

Amelia shook her red curly hair and slapped his forehead back at lightning speed with the hand that had just done the red camellia embossed manicure:

"I see it's you who wants to wash your hair."

Ernest pursed his lips and showed no expression. After sitting upright again, he raised his hand and pulled off her fingers one by one from his forehead, and deliberately avoided her red camellia embossed manicure.

If she touched the nails that she loved as little Alexia, it would be more than just slapping her forehead.

Amelia was even more annoyed when she saw that he knew how to avoid her manicure. Before she could make the next move, the cat with a snack in its mouth jumped up from her arms and pounced her on the sofa cushion. , successfully interrupted her energy accumulation.

"If you dare to wash your hair with the tea made by the professor, I think you haven't been taught a lesson by the professor by hanging him on a tree."

Iris replied calmly and took a sip of tea calmly and calmly.

The two flames in Amelia's eyes dimmed a lot as she was pinned down by a cat on the back of the sofa.

At the center of the topic, Albinia stirred the tea soup with a small spoon out of boredom, smiling and trying to fulfill the wishes of the two students:

"If you two want to swing on a tree, you can tell me directly. There are many healthy and strong trees planted in the yard, enough for you two to play... um, three?"

Alexia tried her best to raise her hands, and Albinia finally saw her short figure from the edge of the tall table.

Mr. Eastcott has been quietly watching their ramblings, saying nothing but always maintaining a decent and kind smile.

The lifespan of a mage is directly proportional to his strength. What's wrong with using kindness to describe the chief of the mage tower?

Iris wanted to stay away from this scary guy who exuded the aura of motherly love. She looked around and her eyes finally landed on Alexia on the left.

Before she started to implement her secret idea, Iscot stood up on her own, walked straight to Albinia, and whispered:

"I want to see how your physical condition is and whether you need to adjust the magic circle and prepare medicine next time..."

Before he finished speaking, Albinia nodded and stretched out her hand to him without asking anything.

Iscot looked at the snow-white and slender wrist stretched out towards him, his pure smile remained unchanged, he put his hand on it, naturally pulled out a chair and sat next to her, and then began to use the elements to explore her conditions in the body.

Iris glanced at Albinia's "weak" wrist that crushed a snake seven inches with one hand during the outing practice class, and then glanced at the two people who were sitting very close to each other and had the Dusk Coast Beach Bench filter. People have a sense of immediacy as witnessing an elder who was widowed early in his family fall in love with another old man in his later years.

Albinia did not forget to take care of Alexia, the "only" one who really wanted to play on the swing. She separated her elements and went to pick a tree in the yard, and then built a simple swing for her using rattan and wooden boards on the tree. .

Alexia wanted to pull Iris out, but she only hesitated for 3.5 seconds before being pulled away by Alexia.

Not long after, Amelia stepped out of the threshold holding the black cat, followed closely by Ernest, who was carrying a tray of pastries.

As soon as Ernest put the tray on the stone table, Iscot opened the door curtain and waited sideways for Albinia to come out before putting down his hand.

Iris took a bite of the peach-shaped red bean cake. The more she chewed, the more sour it became. She frowned and handed it to Alexia, who was cheering on the swing and didn't forget to open her mouth to catch the food.

When Ernest saw his sister being fed the leftover red bean cakes eaten by the evil elder sister, Ernest didn't even frown and went for a leisurely walk on his own.

When the sun set on the mountainside, everyone left one after another. Finally, Iris looked at Iscot who had not left yet, and then at Dean Tasia who was napping on Albinia's shoulder. The three of them looked at each other. The cats fell into a collective silence.

Eastcott took the initiative to break the deadlock - he lifted the cat into the arms of Iris, who was full of questions. Without looking at the angry and furious look of the cat who was forced to wake up, he turned to ask Albinia what she wanted for dinner. What to eat.

"..."

Iris skillfully smoothed the cat's hair and smoothed the cat's heart. Then she watched the two of them go to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Just when the dean was being served and his eyes were narrowing in comfort, Iris suddenly stopped holding the cat and stopped moving.

The black cat's head turned around, and its bright eyes stared at her doubtfully, as if asking:

Why don't you touch it?

Why don't you touch it? ?

Iris leaned close to the cat's head and whispered:

"Dean, I recently participated in a credit event."

"..."

The cat closed its mouth tightly and turned its head to the other side, not looking at her.

If she doesn't move, Iris won't move, let's see who can survive the other.

In the kitchen, Iscot had just put on the apron that Albinia had found. His ears moved. He glanced at Albinia beside him. Seeing that she had no reaction, he lowered his head and chopped vegetables calmly.

In the courtyard, the black cat said quietly:

"You don't think they can't hear you if you talk here, do you?"

Iris was holding a bag of dried fish snacks. She had just opened a small bag when she heard Dean Tasia ask.

"How is that possible? I just feel that some people don't know how to react if they say something face to face. With everyone's acquiescence, just say it to me alone."

Iris smiled and licked the fish body, which was glistening with the sauce.

Tasia looked at this student who was not "sensible" at all with heavy eyes, and gritted her teeth bitterly:

"What do you want to ask? Tell me!"

Under the loving guidance of Iris, the bearded Dean Cat narrated this past event that had been buried in the dust of time.