Hearing what Chen Ligu said, Jiang Han burst out laughing.
She raised a hand and swept back her long hair, then smoothed it down again. "Every time, you're the one texting me to come over. How is that me happening to be here?"
"Han-baby, leave a little romance to chance encounters." Chen Ligu blinked.
Qiao Rou, standing beside them with a warm smile, sighed, "Every time you meet, you have to hurt each other. You really are good sisters."
Clearly, Qiao Rou had profound insight into what witches meant by "good sisters."
Chen Ligu nodded. "That's because Han-baby and I have known each other for quite a long time, right, Han-baby?"
Witches' perception of time was tied to their traits, making it an exceedingly contradictory thing. Generally speaking, two or three years, or even four or five years, were merely uneventful stretches of the past to them—not particularly long at all. Yet on the other hand, knowing someone for over three months was enough to be called "knowing each other for quite a long time."
Jiang Han still could not accept this warped sense of time. Looking a little troubled, she emphasized, "It's only been a little over half a year..."
"Oh my god! Half a year? You've known each other for that long already?" Qiao Rou exclaimed, then said somewhat conflictedly, "But if I count it up, it's been half a year for me too. Though actually knowing each other as friends has been for less time..."
"Heh, after half a year, you're practically talking marriage..." Chen Ligu said, earning a "watch yourself" glare from Jiang Han.
Although Chen Ligu was a minor, witches were classic rogues, both male and female, and matured early!
Even Cleya could casually talk about which little witch in nursery school was cuddling up