Christmas, the Bells of Love

Muya noticed Tom in a corner, radiating a chilly aura that intimidated every wizard curious about him. He held a wineglass in one hand and stared resentfully at her.

"Um, Senior..." Great. Someone angrily looked away.

In any case, she should soothe him first.

Muya walked over, sat beside Tom as if nothing had happened, and began talking to herself. "I never experienced the Spring Festival in that previous world. I used to hear my classmates say that during the Spring Festival, you could wear new clothes and receive red envelopes stuffed with money. Most importantly, the whole family could be together."

"But there was only me in my family. I never had the habit of celebrating holidays. It was only when I saw snowflakes drifting down from the sky, fireworks blooming in the night, and firecrackers waking me in the morning that I knew the Spring Festival was approaching."

Tom seemed to sigh and yielded. "All right, you little pitiful thing. Don't forget, I'm the same as you."

Muya smiled and rested her chin on her hand. "So, Senior, are you willing to keep experiencing warmth and love with me?"

"Children born from Love Potion don't understand love," Tom said flatly, as if reviewing the lesson with Muya.

The cheerful chatter of the surrounding wizards and the clinking of glasses gradually faded away. Muya, whose black eyes gleamed with some unknown light, spoke.

"Does Senior really not understand love?"

"Then why did you pull out the internet cable and urge me to sleep whenever I stayed up playing games?"

"And why did you tell me about your painful experiences as though they were bedtime stories?"

"You also made me lots of delicious food, trained me, and did so many things with me."

She waved the wand in her left