The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Possessed...?"

Theresa suddenly chuckled, then she lazily raised her upper body and rubbed her eyes slowly.

"Then tell me, what possessed me?"

Clover's back was pressed against the door frame, and her fingers were unconsciously scratching the edge of the wooden door frame.

She watched Theresa tilt her head, a once familiar movement that now held a certain feline cunning.

"I...how should I know that! I'm a medical student, not a theologist!"

Her left foot had quietly moved half a step back, ready to rush out of the room at any time.

Theresa slowly sat up from the bed and stepped barefoot on the floor.

"Why are you hiding so far away? I won't eat you."

"Anyway! Your behavior right now is extremely abnormal!"

Clover suddenly opened the door, and the draft from the corridor rushed in, ruffling the strands of hair on her forehead.

Theresa suddenly stopped and stood at the junction of sunlight and shadow.

Half of her face was hidden in the dark, while the other half was gilded by the sunlight.

"Is that so... So in your eyes, I, who can talk and laugh... have become abnormal..."

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment, and Clover paused in closing the door.

"I... didn't mean that." Her voice suddenly softened. "Don't misinterpret my words, kid."

The wooden door closed with a soft click, blocking out the light from the corridor.

"I'll make you a cup of herbal tea first, although I'm not sure if it will be suitable for your condition."

"sure."

Theresa sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her eyes following the petite figure circling around the room.

Clover suddenly froze in place, her small medicine bag turned upside down, and various dried herbs were scattered on the low table.

"Strange... I remember bringing some detoxifying herbs..."

Her fingers fiddled with the heap of herbs, and a few dry leaves stuck to her cuffs.

"Why...are they all herbs for treating burns?"

Clover grabbed a handful of dry leaves, and brown debris fell from between his fingers.

She clearly remembered that she had collected a lot of herbs.

Theresa had crouched beside her without her noticing.

"Because I haven't even looked at your medicine bag."

She picked up a dead leaf delicately.

"I just remember... the herbs you were going to use to treat the burns."

Clover suddenly felt dizzy and pressed her temples hard.

"That's impossible... I've collected so much... in... in..."

The fragments of memory are like dandelions blown away by the wind. The harder you try to recall them, the faster they disappear.

"That's because... your memory only exists in my memory."

Hearing this, Clover met Theresa's eyes, which were very close to her.

Theresa's fingertips rested on Clover's cheek, the touch warm and real.

"You're so smart, you should have figured it out, right?"

"I have some clues, but not much."

While Clover was in a daze, Theresa laid her head across her legs.

"Think carefully, those memories you have of the past...are they all from your notebooks and diaries?"

"My notebooks, my diaries...I've never shown them to you."

My memory only exists in your memory.

What kind of person only lives in the memories of others?

"I am dead?"

The moment this word came out of her mouth, Clover felt some invisible shackles suddenly loosened.

"Ah."

Theresa nodded lightly.

"So the me now... is just a phantom in your memory? No wonder I can't remember some details."

"Because I wanted to see you, I saw you."

Clover paused when she heard this answer, and she reached out her hand to caress the warmth on Theresa's cheek.

"Silly child, you must have encountered something difficult to decide. Otherwise, why would you come to ask a dead person for the answer?"

"Yeah, but I still have plenty of time now. How about you stay with me?"

Theresa's fingertips flicked lightly, and the crisp snap of her fingers sent ripples through the air.

The surrounding scenery was like an oil painting washed with water, gradually blurring and changing.

The warm sunlight penetrated the clouds, and the breeze, carrying the fragrance of grass and wild flowers, blew through the hair of the two people.

"How about some small skewers?"

Theresa magically pulled out several skewers of juicy meat from behind her.

The sizzling oil drips onto the charcoal fire, emitting an enticing aroma.

When Clover took the skewer, she took a bite, and the hot gravy burst on her tongue.

"Child, can you draw?"

Clover asked as she blew hot air on it.

Grease slid down the corners of her mouth, but she didn't care.

Yes, I don’t need to care about my body anymore.

This realization made her laugh out loud, and she simply opened her mouth wide and bit off a large piece of meat.

"Hmm~"

She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and her shiny lips looked particularly vivid in the firelight.

"It turns out that being carefree is so refreshing!"

Theresa lowered her head and fiddled with the bonfire, sparks crackling.

"Drawing... Not only did I learn it, I also learned everything in the notebook you left behind."

Clover's chewing suddenly stopped.

"After you left, your diary and notebooks helped me a lot. I even suspected that you had never left me. After all, until now... you are still helping me."

The wind suddenly turned cool, carrying the fragrance of unknown wild flowers in the distance.

Clover looked at Theresa's profile in the sun and suddenly realized that this carefree girl was beginning to have some troubles.

"My child, you have grown up now. You should learn to solve problems on your own."

This realization sent a surge of warmth through her chest, hotter than a bonfire and more fragrant than barbecue.

"What? Do I look young?"

Theresa puffed her cheeks in mock anger, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

She bit off a large piece of barbecue with one deft bite, and the fat slid down the skewer.

Xiaotao's special spices bloom on the tip of the tongue, and the familiar spiciness is mixed with a hint of sweetness, just like yesterday.

Clover swung her legs, and the shadows on the grass swayed gently with her movements.

"Of course~"

She deliberately dragged out her tone and stretched out her hand to indicate the height difference between them.

"You're only a head taller than me."

Clover suddenly had an idea and moved closer with sparkling eyes.

"How about some ale?"

"Children shouldn't drink alcohol," Theresa tapped Clover's nose with the end of the stick.

"Especially a little loli like you."

Before he could finish his words, Clover pounced on him like a koala.

"Let me try it. I don't have to worry about my health right now."

She straightened suddenly, her eyes gleaming in the firelight.

"This is the perfect time to experience what it's like to be an adult!"

Theresa shook her head helplessly, but took out a brown glass bottle from behind her.

"Here, this is the one I drank with others."

Clover smiled with her eyes curved, and without hesitation, she tilted her head back and took a big gulp.

The cold liquid slid down her throat, its bitterness mixed with the burnt aroma of malt, choking her and making her cough.

"Ahem...even though it doesn't taste good...but I know the taste!"

"Hehehe..."

Theresa raised her bottle of wine, and the glass clashed with a crisp sound.

"cheers!"

Their laughter startled the birds in the treetops, and at this happy moment, a tiny crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Ah, finally...stay with me for a little while longer, okay?"