Ye Luoli: The Charismatic Girl Leads the World to Darkness

"Da da da……"

The high heels made a series of crisp, pleasant sounds as they walked on the ice. Although the sounds were chaotic, it was clear that they were the sounds of two people walking.

One skipped and hopped, the other moved slowly and deliberately.

"You seem so happy, do you like her that much?"

Mo Ran crossed his arms and followed slowly behind Yan Xi, rolling his eyes at Yan Xi's back. Why was he so excited?

Yan Xi turned around, facing Mo Ran as she walked backwards, her hand supporting her chin, her eyes sparkling: "Jingjing is so beautiful! Her temperament, her figure, her face! Let me tell you, she's absolutely gorgeous!!"

The fool sat on Mo Ran's shoulder, draped in a dark blue fur cloak, lazily yawned, and said in a low voice:

[They really came for her face.]

Mo Ran's lips twitched: What a brilliant summary...

but……

Tilting his head to look at the idiot on his shoulder, Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, his emerald eyes full of confusion: "You... are cold?"

Realizing that the words were directed at him, the idiot raised an eyebrow, flew to Mo Ran's side, stopped, circled in mid-air, and then asked:

[Not good-looking? I think it's quite fitting for the occasion...]

As it spoke, it swayed the hem of its cloak, completely unconcerned about whether it was drafty or not.

The little boy is incredibly handsome and refined. His dark hair is half tied up with a hair crown, with the other side hanging down his back. He wears a dark blue Hanfu underneath and a dark blue fur coat on top. Against the backdrop of the icy and snowy landscape, if he were human size, he would definitely look like a rich young master on an outing.

Ink stain: ...

Okay, she got it. You're just doing it for looks...

Mo Ran rolled her eyes again, speechless. She was truly impressed by these two unreliable people.

She felt like she had used up all her speechless frustration on these two.

After exchanging a few more words, the three of them arrived at the gate of the Ice Crystal Palace. Yan Xi looked up at the exquisite and dreamlike building, paused for only a moment, and then pushed the door open and entered.

She sensed the Ice Princess's presence; it was in the front hall.

Upon entering the front hall, directly opposite the main entrance stands a magnificent, crystal-blue throne, beautiful yet completely empty.

Yan Xi glanced at it and then stopped, her brows furrowing tightly.

"What's wrong?" Mo Ran squeezed in from behind her, noticed her strange expression, asked, and then followed Yan Xi's gaze, only to be stunned by what she saw:

"Ice Princess...sleeping in ice?"

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Fairy Village.

Eleven people were making a lot of noise around a table, creating a lively atmosphere.

Of course, only Wang Mo and Jian Peng were making a fuss. Chen Sisi and Qi Nafei were sitting quietly in their chairs. The former two stared blankly at the lively crowd, while the latter stared at the scenery in the distance of Fairy Village.

"Sisi, try the cake I made. Congratulations on successfully leading Peacock and the others to escape."

Jasmine walked up to Chen Sisi with a teacup cake in her hand and spoke to her, pulling Chen Sisi back to reality.

"Thank you."

Chen Sisi smiled as she accepted the cake and thanked Jasmine politely. Although her attitude was the same as before, Jasmine felt that something had changed, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"You all eat, I'll go make some more."

Seeing that Jianpeng and Liangcai had almost devoured all the small cakes on the table, Jasmine smiled and said something, then turned and walked downstairs.

Chen Sisi looked down at the small cake in her hand, pursing her lips in silence. After a short while, she looked up and saw that they had all finished grabbing the cake. Peacock, sitting next to Chen Sisi, complained angrily that she hadn't managed to get two cakes. Chen Sisi smiled and handed the cake in her hand to Peacock.

"Thank you, Master!" Peacock smiled as she accepted the cake, then boasted to the group of people still fighting over the last piece of cake that her master was so kind.

Feeling that the environment was a bit noisy, Chen Sisi stood up, whispered to the peacock, "I'm going to look at the scenery over there," and then summoned her wings and flew to a thick, horizontal vine to sit down.

She had heard Jianpeng mention it before, saying that Yan Xi had come to Fairyland with them, and that Yan Xi's fall off the cliff had startled him.

It's true that people are afraid of comparisons. Both are friends, but one is urgently demanding someone back, while the other...

With resentment in his heart, when he felt the liveliness she used to crave, his heart was not stirred; the laughter and joy turned into an unpleasant noise.

Can a cracked mirror really be repaired?

How long can this so-called friendship last?

Chen Sisi fiddled with the red pendant in her hand, her eyes filled with confusion.

"She did indeed give you this too."

Suddenly, a soft voice rang out, and then two people sat down beside Chen Sisi.

Chen Sisi turned her head, and what she saw was a sea of ​​fiery red.

It's Qi Na and Fei Ling.

What caught Chen Sisi's eye the most was the pendant in Qi Na's hand, which was exactly the same as hers.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, everyone knew who it referred to.

After a moment of surprise, Chen Sisi suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that you are very pleasing to her eye. She likes you quite a bit, and perhaps she wants to be friends with you."

"You two are very familiar?" Zina tilted her head and smiled at her, her tone both questioning and affirmative.

“Friend,” Chen Sisi replied, hanging the pendant on her belt.

“She cares about you a lot,” Zina said.

"What kind of person is she?" Fei Ling asked, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Hmm..." Chen Si thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned back on the vines, raised her right hand, and looked at the outline of her hand in the sunlight, smiling gently:

"She's smart, beautiful, gentle, occasionally absent-minded, and has a childlike temper—quite adorable." She's still my light.

When Yan Xi presented that bouquet of Gesang flowers to Chen Sisi, she became the warmest ray of light in Chen Sisi's seventeen years of life.

Unique and irreplaceable.

Seeing Chen Sisi lie down, Qi Na and Fei Ling exchanged a glance and followed suit, putting their hands behind their heads and comfortably squinting their eyes.

“You really like her,” Zina commented.

“She’s very good to you. She came right away when she heard you were in trouble,” Fei Ling continued.

"Yes, she's very good, very good to her friends." Chen Sisi withdrew her hand and, imitating Qi Na and the other two, rested her head on her arm. The images of Feng Yinsha and Mandora's attitudes towards Yan Xi flashed through her mind, and she smiled.

"No one who has met her can dislike her."

Before Qi Na could say anything more, Chen Sisi suddenly sat up, propping herself up on her arm. Her expression was serious, and her voice was somewhat cold as she said, "Their picnic should end now."

"what?"

Qi Na and Fei Ling also sat up, looking in the direction Chen Sisi was looking, and then froze on the spot.

In the distance, trees fell one after another in the forest, and the outline of a giant monster could be vaguely seen gradually emerging.

As the outlines of those giant monsters grew larger and larger, Chen Sisi murmured:

"The Queen's pursuers have arrived."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Chen Sisi is breaking up with the main characters. Are you happy?