Dad, Please Let Me Be Your One-and-Only!

As a result, whales, dolphins, and fur seals regard this place as the best hunting ground, gathering here in large numbers to breed and multiply, which in turn gave rise to whale watching as a tourist activity in the local culture.

However, a month ago, the repeated Calamity Species caused numerous deaths and injuries to marine life and tourists, leading many local residents to move to cities with greater resilience. There were very few outsiders, making the area appear quite deserted.

Currently, the Peninsula Trail.

A gentle sea breeze blows, and the soft midday sun illuminates the coast, reefs, and sandy beach. In the past, many marine creatures would have been here sunbathing, hunting, and resting.

Strangely, there are especially many today.

The most common sight is a dozen or so seals, and many dolphin heads pop up on the shore. Albatrosses, multiple seabirds, and even penguins gather in this area. If you look outwards, you can even see multiple giant shadows in the ocean currents, which are the whale pods inhabiting the nearby waters.

The senses of these creatures were all immersed in the slowly dissipating, lingering melody, their gazes drawn to the person sitting alone by the sea, as if gazing upon a pure and benevolent mother goddess, their different calls intertwining to create a rising and falling melody.

Chu Yuanqing put down her guitar and looked at the distant horizon. The cracks in her golden pupils deepened, and a gentle glow spread from them, highlighting a kind of broken divinity. Her exquisite face was full of loneliness.

I vaguely remember that the first time I picked up a guitar was also at the beach. At that time, she was still shooting a wedding dress advertisement with Yayoi and had not yet discovered the secret of "Flashdance". She was still worried about what would happen to her daughter after she died.

Now, those doubts that had troubled her have long since been resolved.

Only...

While I was happy about it, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

But these thoughts vanished with the loud barking of nearby dogs.

Chu Yuanqing looked down in confusion and saw a young sea lion nestled beside her bare feet. Its dark fur shimmered in the light, like fine scales spreading out naturally.

At this moment, the little animal raised its wet head, its dark eyes sparkling with intelligence, and held a seashell in its two tiny paws, offering it to the person in front of it.

The Witch was greatly surprised. She squatted to one side, tilted her head, and looked at the Pure White Succubus who had easily captured wild animals. She continued to comment:

"Xiao Qing, it's thanking you for helping to dispel the bad luck; it's giving you a gift."

"However, it's too dark; it's not as cute as the little penguin watching you."

"Besides, giving away seashells is too stingy. The dolphin and the albatross both brought fish!"

Chu Yuanqing listened to the Witch's complaints, she curled her lips, took the seashell from the little sea lion's paw, looked at the small animals gathered nearby, seemingly expecting something, lowered her eyelashes, and concealed the compassion in her eyes.

Although he didn't have much magic left.

But dispelling the ominous aura emanating from this sea area is as simple as singing a few more songs.

And so, accompanied by the sounds of the waves and animals, the person closed their eyes and began to sing softly once more, just like... a god beloved by all spirits and sung about by the world in epic tales.

Volume 1: Taking leave, just loafing around at the beginning of the month.

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Volume 1: 412. Seaside Concert, Gift, Farewell. (5K)

The waves crashed against the rocks, and the song grew more melodious. One whale after another leaped up and crashed down, causing thousands of waves to suddenly rise on the shimmering water. After they fell back down, they swam happily back and forth around the area, their large heads emerging from the surface of the sea.

The Witch was imitating a cherry blossom idol, striking a drum set and playing a lively melody in perfect harmony with the Pure White Witch's singing. She looked curiously at the dolphins that had been frightened by the whale and swam to the edge, and at the flock of seabirds that had taken flight in fright.

Even after being frightened, the small animals lingered nearby, reluctant to leave, and glared at the hateful whale with reproachful eyes.

The baby seals rolled around on the beach, basking in the sun.

The little penguin waddled around Qing Bao, circling her.

Seagulls, albatrosses, and other birds circled in the air, flew to the side, or simply stood on the guitar case lying horizontally beside them, all very well-behaved.

Melon-headed whales, humpback whales, dolphins, swordfish, seals, and even Orca...

These marine creatures, who used to treat each other as food or were somewhat hostile, all seemed incredibly cute in the song, like children pretending to be well-behaved in front of their mothers, unwilling to show any violence. Even when trying to grab a better seat in the audience, they used roundabout methods, which can be described as quite cunning.

Okay, okay, you'd rather pretend than be disliked by Xiao Qing, right?

The Witch found it amusing; the Pure White Succubus's singing and playing attacks were truly terrifying.

Even without magic, the natural Heart Tide stirred within her voice allowed Chu Yuanqing's songs to convey her thoughts, ideas, personality, and true self, making the marine animals who liked her like the Little Yuan Xiao of the past—orderly and "purely good," with a touch of bitchiness.

A dozen minutes later, several soothing and gentle songs, as well as a song called "Tumi of Late Winter," were all finished.

Chu Yuanqing looked up at the small animals nearby that hadn't run away but were instead gathering in increasing numbers, as if they were calling for their friends. She blinked in confusion and muttered to herself:

"Strange, the range of the Heart Tide just now covered more than ten kilometers. The ominous energy in the nearby sea and on these little guys should have been completely removed."

The Witch put away the contraption she had created, floated to the surface of the sea, looked at the group of black and white marine thugs with large heads, took out her drumsticks and tapped the most lively and mischievous Orca among them, and chuckled:

"Why did you call all your family and friends over? The disaster has been cleared away, and Xiao Qing and I are leaving now. You all should go back to the sea and have fun; don't linger here."

After saying that, the Witch, now acting as Qing Bao's agent, floated to the other side. She stroked the heads of several dolphins and seals, and righteously lectured these sea creatures who were calling out to each other in groups, complaining:

"And you guys! Did you even buy tickets? You brought your whole family here! Aren't you afraid of being eaten by Orca? Go home! You're too young to be chasing after celebrities, go home now!"

In response,

These little animals weren't afraid at all. Those that got close rubbed against the ghost Witch, while those that stayed away chirped a few times. They even clumsily performed acrobatics. The clever ones started to play dumb, while the silly ones started to act cute, all with Proud "nothing bad will eat us in front of Qing Bao."

Alright, alright, you're not afraid of giving Orca a buffet, you're just sticking around, huh?

The Witch stood in mid-air with her hands on her hips, threateningly saying:

"So, animals don't need to buy tickets to concerts? Be careful, or you'll all turn into seafood barbecue!"

In response, several Orca rolled around in the sea, somersaulting and letting out joyful calls, as if to say that as a five- or six-ton baby, they were not afraid of being roasted and eaten.

Chu Yuanqing's eyebrows curved into a smile, and she couldn't help but laugh. After a moment's hesitation, she strummed the strings, turned her head slightly, looked at the small animals and the Witch, and asked:

"Shall we sing a little longer?"

The Witch turned and smiled, offering no objection.

For those born to shine, there is no diminishing or tiring of their brilliance. Even without magic, without entering Flow State, without being praised by the stars, and without being remembered by the world, they can still spread their warmth, just like... the sun that shines on all living beings.

Besides, Xiao Qing really likes these small animals.

In the first playthrough of the Great Cataclysm Era, when Chu Yuanqing was born, there were no living creatures left in the sea; all that remained were undead and monsters controlled by the Cataclysmic Gene. Now, seeing these little animals naturally feels fresh and familiar.

The Witch cleared her throat, and imitating the comedian from Little Sakura's memories, she solemnly floated into the air and loudly addressed the group of sea creatures who couldn't understand human speech:

"Be happy, this is a superstar's impromptu ocean concert for small animals!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the little fans from the ocean responded with splashing waves and various cries. The clever ones twirled and danced with joy, while the less clever ones simply laughed foolishly.

The Witch secretly took out her phone to take pictures.

Chu Yuanqing's mood improved considerably, and she decided to play some cheerful and simple rock music, transforming her guitar into an Electric Guitar that didn't require electricity.

The intro to <FREEDOM> plays like flowing water, and the increasingly intense emotions are like a silver bottle suddenly breaking. Her clear and crisp voice then rings out, singing cool and rebellious lyrics. The style of American rock and blues is mixed, making the little animals start to nod and sway together.

Although she missed out on her debut, the subsequent filming of "Flash Dance," and all the major tours that followed, she never gave up on learning music and dance in preparation for her last and only grand performance on stage.

Fortunately, because [nothingness] numbed the pain of the curse, she was able to put more emotion into her music than ever before, and had more energy to study and improve. Whether it was singing, dancing, playing instruments, or her Idol Power in all aspects, she was growing day by day.

Even as her life gradually came to an end, the unrestrained burst of flames unexpectedly unearthed some of her spirituality in this area, making her recent street dances more improvisational, and her occasional singing and playing instruments would incorporate her own arrangements, gradually evolving into a dancer, a singer, and an even more impressive idol.

Now, facing this group of the purest audience, her singing and playing become more improvisational, and she pours out some of the immature melodies that she is too embarrassed to present on the street in this deserted sea.

These little animals couldn't distinguish between good and bad music; they only knew that Chu Yuanqing sang beautifully and were very happy listening to him. They gradually started to create rhythmic waves, just like the Glow Stick waving at a concert.

As the rousing rock music reached its climax, several Orca, neglected by their mothers, happily approached, followed the waves, and stumbled ashore, where they became stranded.

The Witch floated over speechlessly and tried to push them for a long time, but unfortunately, with the strength she used to give massages, she couldn't move these Orca at all, so she had to ask Chu Yuanqing next to her for help.

The Pure White Witch returned the Orca to the sea. Looking at the cluster of small animals in the nearby waters, she simply picked up a whale's head, sat down, and moved from the shore into the sea to hold a mobile concert.

The concert continued until sunset, when the distant horizon merged with the setting sun, and the undulating tides reflected the poignant beauty of the twilight, with shimmering gold and red hues stretching to the horizon.

Chu Yuanqing put away his guitar, patted the heads of the small animals one by one to stop following him, and then, amidst everyone's reluctant farewell, left the sea area, returned to the beach, walked back to the somewhat deserted seaside town, and found a restaurant to sit down.

Flipping through the menu, there were few ordinary dishes; it was all seafood.

The Pure White Witch hesitated for a moment, then, following the picture, ordered some shrimp and crab that hadn't attended the concert. She then rummaged through her bag and pulled out a well-worn, handwritten sheet music. She picked up a pencil and began to scribble and revise, occasionally testing the guitar and playing a short piece.

This appearance is like that of a music student struggling with a final assignment, or an artist seeking inspiration through travel.

The Witch sat opposite him, occasionally offering thoughtful advice, sometimes smiling silently as she simply observed him.

Seeing her like this, the restaurant owner served her an extra dish of frosted pudding and brought over a musical instrument, striking up a lively conversation about their musical past.

Chu Yuanqing listened intently. The boss was a plump middle-aged woman with bright red hair. Her features still hinted at her former beauty. She was holding a traditional Hawaiian plucked instrument, a somewhat old ukulele.

Perhaps because there weren't many customers nearby and many neighbors had moved away, she seemed exceptionally warm and talkative. When talking about music, she could talk about her favorite international superstars, her teenage romances, fun things that happened in college, strange stories she encountered while traveling, and casually play some local folk songs, and tell old-fashioned seaside myths that nobody listens to anymore.

Chu Yuanqing understands all languages. Although she speaks with some stumbles, she can still communicate normally. Her actual age is about the same as the boss's, so it doesn't feel awkward to chat with her.

Perhaps finding the scene of the two chatting amusing, the Witch secretly took photos and videos with her phone, which piqued curiosity. She then posted the videos on TikTok, wondering what kind of reaction her boss would have if he saw them.

Chu Yuanqing was used to being filmed by the Witch and didn't feel uncomfortable. While peeling shrimp and eating vegetables, she drank a few glasses with the talkative red-haired boss and was given two pitchers of beer and an apple pie.

When I left the restaurant, the moon and stars were already sparse.

Adults' farewells are always as casual as the wind. Even if they've shared drinks, chatted, and sung or played a few songs together, there's not much lingering when they leave.

The red-haired boss watched as the elfin, godlike figure gradually melted into the moonlight, like a bubble, while he felt the effects of the wine growing stronger. She picked up her ukulele and gently began to play a seaside folk song, her voice filled with both joy and regret.

Beside the ferry at the port,

The girl's long, dark blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her wide sleeves swaying rhythmically, making her figure appear even more graceful and ethereal in the moonlight, like a phantom goddess. She walked beside Chu Yuanqing, gazing at the undulating tide, and smiled as she said:

"Today left me with some good memories."

Chu Yuanqing stepped onto the stairs, entered the ferry bound for another country, and nodded.

"Hmm, the little animals are cute. Does Yayoi feel happy?"

The Witch blinked and replied:

"I'm so happy! I hope we can be this happy every day, and we want to go to even more fun and interesting places together."

"Speaking of which, our destination this time is Liuli's hometown. What are you planning to do there, Xiao Qing?"

Chu Yuanqing was slightly taken aback by his words. She smiled, lowered her eyes, touched the strap of the guitar case, and said:

"Yes, I'm interested in where Liuli was born; I just want to take a look."

The Witch seemed lost in thought.

This sounds just like Qing Bao visiting Little Sakura's hometown and her family.

The only difference is that Liuli's grandparents and even her parents have all passed away.

Because of her Liuli grandparents' mental health issues, she lost contact with them early on. In fact, there are not many childhood memories of Liuli in Gloriana; it can only be considered her birthplace.

But compared to the other party's properties all over the world and several villas in the Great Xia that are maintained year-round but uninhabited, Gloriana at least has her parents' tombstones, so she can be considered to have some connection.

Thinking of this, the Witch asked:

"So, are we going to meet Xiao Xuan's parents later?"

"Hmm, I always feel like they won't be as easy to get along with as my Dad and dad."

As soon as the Witch finished speaking, she glanced at the alluring profile of the Pure White Succubus and silently put her worries into her pocket. Regardless of what kind of personalities Xiao Xuan's parents had, if Xiao Qing took the initiative to go to their door, she could just show her face and that would be enough; she didn't need to think about anything at all.

Actually, it would be the same In East Flow Island.

If Chu Yuanqing randomly knocks on a door and says he wants to stay for a few days...

Whether the inhabitants are shut-ins, office workers, older comic artists, crazy single women, kind old people, or gloomy uncles, they can all evoke people's yearning for beauty, arouse the purest kindness in their hearts, and easily achieve the goal of getting free food and drinks.

Even if the stars and the world forget each other, the world can still present a pure and lovely image to her.

The Witch recalled the movie "Investiture of the Gods" that she had recently watched with Qing Bao, and couldn't help but sigh. A fox spirit that wasn't pretty enough was a demon, while a fox spirit that was invincible in beauty was an auspicious omen. Qing Bao's kind of fox spirit had already transcended the realm of auspiciousness.

Yes, this cruise ticket to the neighboring Island Nation was a gift from a street performer who was out experiencing life, given to the other person today while he was busking on the street.

The Witch was already used to this.

When the Pure White Witch dances and sings on the street, she always receives many strange and wonderful gifts. Even though she doesn't want to accept very expensive things, she is willing to leave behind some odd little trinkets.

For example, a pebble given by a little girl, a cheap but old crystal craft, an antique coin discarded by a certain country, a pretty little wooden box that's not very useful, glass beads with Hello Kitty inside, a red and blue accordion that looks like Mario...

Now, her guitar case is filled with more of these small gifts than her own luggage.

Chu Yuanqing didn't know what use these things were, but occasionally when she packed her luggage at night, she would take them out to look at them, as if counting the traces that were once again imprinted on the world, or as if reminiscing about the affection that many people had for her.

The Witch would always look at these "collections" with her, reciting as if they were gifts from a treasure trove, while also making sarcastic remarks about the gift-givers and recipients, all with a beaming smile.

Chu Yuanqing carried the guitar case, which was full of the world, and swiped her card to enter the room. The cruise ship's facilities were quite luxurious, much better than the shabby hotel she had stayed in the day before. She went into the bathroom and took off her clothes.

Halfway through undressing, she pulled a small, intricately patterned, and unassuming seashell from her pocket.

This is a gift from that little seal.

Chu Yuanqing lowered his eyes, smiled silently, and added it to his guitar case collection, making it a part of his memories.