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Join the ServerAn Yueying’s magic flower, named Violet, was a rare mutant strain. Though clearly descended from the Flower of Love, its original wish had been erased due to her profound obsession.
She would never be a magical girl again. The wish written on that photo had naturally vanished into thin air.
“By the way, who contracted you to become a magical girl?”
Suddenly asked this question, Ye Qing’s pretty face sank again.
“A messed-up person. Looks a lot like me. Name’s Qin Yuxuan.”
An Yueying’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Qin Yuxuan, Qin Yuxuan…
Never heard of her.
But the fact that this person was unknown was precisely the most serious problem. Having been inside CCB for so long, An Yueying had long since memorized every person qualified to make contracts.
The only ones she couldn’t learn about were those belonging to that group—the Corona.
What a coincidence.
An Yueying lowered her eyelids, her expression unchanged, but her tone was no longer as gentle as usual.
“Ye Qing, how did you meet her?”
Rarely addressed so directly by An Yueying, Ye Qing felt a sense of dissonance. But she quickly noticed the other’s strangeness. This unreliable bad woman seemed to be about to say something serious.
“She’s a student at the academy. I had Shaoyao do a divination—she’s a spy from an evil organization. But a few days ago, she brazenly contacted someone inside CCB. I don’t understand anything anymore…”
“It’s okay. I probably already know.”
An Yueying said this meaningfully, then sighed helplessly.
“It really is them, huh. Heh, the ones who weave lies.”
“What lies?”
Ye Qing looked at An Yueying in confusion, desperately wanting an answer.
“Lies are, you see, that we magical girls, or so-called evil executives, are all…”
Just as An Yueying was about to finish, a lively red-haired girl suddenly appeared in the corner of her vision, forcing her to change her words.
“…all very important people to this world.”
Ye Qing frowned. She had to admit Chi’s timing was impeccable.
But if the truth wasn’t beautiful, Ye Qing had no intention of telling Liu Qingruo—she was better suited living carefree under innocent fantasies than being dragged into powerless matters.
“Senior Violet, you were about to say something else, weren’t you? Did you change your words just because I came?”
Liu Qingruo had clearly heard everything from the corner. When she sensed the key part coming, she couldn’t help but jump out.
She keenly detected that An Yueying might have changed her words, but An Yueying would never admit that.
“Not at all. Everything I said is true. If you don’t believe me, search online—even witches are indispensable existences.”
Liu Qingruo tilted her head, half-understanding, then her eyes curved into a bright smile.
“Then I’ll trust you.”
She smiled so innocently that even the gloom in Ye Qing’s heart dissipated a little.
An Yueying also couldn’t help but smile, the expression not forced.
“Anyway, we’ll talk about this later… And I didn’t lie. In a sense, witches and magical girls are equally important. But that’s only on the condition that they are equal to each other…”
“I know. There’s a saying: ‘One hand can’t clap.'”
Although Liu Qingruo puffed out her chest with a silly grin, An Yueying unexpectedly agreed.
“Yes, one hand can’t clap.”
Those four words made Ye Qing recall Qin Yuxuan’s words again—that she had to find a rival strong enough to maximize her abilities. But what was the point? She was already strong enough, wasn’t she?
While Ye Qing was lost in thought, An Yueying had quietly left, leaving only the two girls and a trembling Yinjin kneeling on the ground.
Seeing Liu Qingruo again, Yinjin’s heart trembled. She still clearly remembered how she had treated this girl.
But that girl was so naive; maybe she wouldn’t hold a grudge.
Yes, she had always been like that, trusting everyone, believing deeply in the mission of magical girls. She would surely be willing to help me again. Surely…
While Ye Qing was still deep in thought, Yinjin gathered her courage and gently tugged at Liu Qingruo’s sleeve, drawing the girl’s gaze.
“Chi, are you still willing to believe in me?”
Yinjin’s voice was as faint as a thread. In those indifferent golden eyes that had deceived many magical girls, a trace of sincerity flickered.
She looked at the innocent girl with hope, awaiting her reply…
“Sorry, I don’t remember seeing you before… Are you the maid here?”
Liu Qingruo instinctively pulled her sleeve back and scratched her head in confusion.
Without the girl’s sleeve to hold, Yinjin collapsed to the ground. Her face, hidden in shadow, was filled with disbelief.
Impossible. How could this be? Why doesn’t she recognize me? What did An Yueying do to her? No, no, no, why…
She then recalled that Liu Qingruo was the only magical girl who had been willing to believe in her unconditionally when all others had abandoned her (though not really).
Because she was so used to her trust, Yinjin had trampled on it so readily.
Yinjin raised her head again, trying to grasp the girl’s hand, but was subtly avoided.
Only then did she see the faint disdain in Liu Qingruo’s crimson eyes, and her own reflection in those pupils.
It had been a long time since she looked in a mirror. Even when she did, she couldn’t see herself clearly. But now, this blurry reflection was enough for her to recognize her own wretchedness.
She was covered in filth, her eyes branded with an unmistakable heart-shaped mark.
She was weak and base, her body stained with countless defiling pasts.
Yinjin’s body suddenly lost strength. She collapsed on the ground like a soft caterpillar, her mind replaying her own pathetic image over and over, unable to shake it.
Better to just die, or fall completely with them…
The magic patterns that had disappeared beneath the skin flared up again, entwining her body. This time, they matched her current blood color—a lascivious bright pink.
“Let’s go, Chi. Leave her alone.”
“Mm.”
Though Liu Qingruo was a bit dense, this was her first time seeing someone who couldn’t even walk upon seeing her and even performed a shocking prostration. Besides panic, she only felt disgust, afraid of being entangled.
“Yi, mom told me not to play with fools.”
After leading Liu Qingruo a few steps away, Ye Qing suddenly spoke.
“Chi, didn’t you go out yesterday? Did you go to the Water Moon Tower?”
Hearing the word ‘play,’ Liu Qingruo’s interest immediately rose again.
“No, but I heard about it. They say there are lots and lots of big sisters there, but the entrance fee is really expensive…”
“How about going with me? My treat.”
“Really? Yay!”
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