The female supporting system of the rebirth of the last world is too calm

Chapter 32 Make a Wish
Recently, more and more doubts filled Ling Yi's mind.

This doubt made Ling Yi feel uncomfortable.

How are you?

Si Qingcang sneered in his heart.

But Ling Yi, I've had a very bad time these years.

A slight blood color appeared in Si Qingcang's eyes.

After Si Qingcang calmed down and stopped asking her questions, Ling Yi turned her attention to the blooming peony in front of her again.

This kind of exuberant vitality that belongs to life is a color she hasn't seen for a long time.

Green is the color of life, with a breath of freedom, which is what she dreamed of when she dreamed of it at midnight, and she didn't even dare to ask for it in the end.

Ling Yi suddenly missed Arnold a little.

At the beginning, A Nuo could touch her emotions, because in A Nuo's body, she not only saw the color of life, but also felt the vitality that belonged to life.

That is not simply a kind of vitality of life formed by the beating of the heart. In Anuo's body, what she once saw was a kind of vitality that came from the heart and could not be bound by the world.

But today, in this pot of peony, she saw the kind of vitality similar to A Nuo's.

This kind of vitality is extremely rare in this lifeless end-time.

Ling Yi placed her cold right hand on the peony flower. She knew that the vitality of this peony was different from the vitality of Arnold.

The vitality in Anuo's body was preserved by the half-beast's painstaking care, while the vitality in this pot of peonies is a gift from this world to plants.

Plants are a gift from nature!

The second red sun of the whole world is coming soon. After all the plants have evolved, how will the living space of human beings be reduced?
In order to survive, I don't know how cruel the fight between human beings will be intensified?

Ling Yi rethinks the answer to the question she thought about when Si Qingcang didn't come.

"Yiyi~, come here and help me cut the cake."

After Si Qingcang walked to the corner, Si Lan saw Ling Yi sitting there.

After hearing Si Lan's cry, Ling Yi nodded towards Si Qingcang, then stood up and walked towards Si Lan who was waving to her.

What the kitchen made today was a huge creamy fruit cake with 22 layers.

The whole cake was as high as Si Lan's collarbone.

Ling Yi walked across to Si Lan, and looked at Si Lan who was standing behind the cake, who was almost blocked by the cake.

She took the burning candle in Si Lan's hand, and lit the 22 red candles on the cake, "Make a wish, let's blow out the candles!"

The lights in the hall were turned off by a discerning person at this time. In the light of the burning candle, Silan closed his eyes.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Amidst the birthday songs sung by the people around, Si Lan made his birthday wish for this year.

After the candle was blown out by Si Lan, the light came back on again.

Ling Yi picked up a long knife specially prepared for cutting this cake.

"—"

In just a blink of an eye, her hand and the knife were held by a dry and warm hand.

Roughness and fineness, black and white, heat and cold meet, making Ling Yi break away from Si Qingcang's hand immediately after being captured by the warmth of that moment.

"Jingle--"

It was the sound of a knife falling to the ground.

(End of this chapter)