When Jiang Han opened her eyes, it was already 6:30 in the evening on the 27th.
Even for a witch, that was a very late time to wake up.
Since it was still late summer, the southern city was still bright at this hour. The warm afternoon sun streamed through the window, falling on her with a fuzzy, cozy warmth. Jiang Han stared at the sunlight blankly for a while.
She gave herself a shake, then suddenly noticed an extra blanket draped over her. It was warm and comfortable.
"Awake?" In the side hall, the great witch Kraken sat at a desk beside the enormous floor-to-ceiling window. She turned her eyes slightly and gave Jiang Han a faint smile.
Her skin was fair, and gray hair held up the book in place of her hands, while her actual hands leisurely stirred a cup of tricolor milk tea—blue, gray, and dark green—with a teaspoon.
"I'm up. I was a little too tired yesterday." Jiang Han scratched her cheek awkwardly.
A flash of grayish white passed before her eyes. Startled, she lowered her head and saw several strands of long gray-white hair caught in her palm. The hairs still gleamed with an icy sheen!
...Wh-what the hell did I do!? Did I pull someone's fur out in my sleep yesterday? Wait... I seem to remember dreaming that I was petting a cat... Maintaining an unhurried composure, she respectfully placed those strands of gray-white hair on the sofa under the great witch's gaze, then gave a light cough. "Mm, mm, s-so, so unbelievably soft!"
She was not lying!
The texture of that long hair was terrifyingly soft. Jiang Han suspected that if Kraken filmed a shampoo commercial, she would not need any special effects at all. It was soft enough that if you