It was Alice who interrupted him. Alice peeled the apple into small pieces and fed it to my mouth. Jacob looked at Alice with hostility, and all I could feel was a headache.
"Jasper's going to be jealous of me when he sees this," I said, trying to lighten the weird mood.
"He won't; you've got to get better soon," Alice said, looking at me seriously.
Carlisle walked in, well, in numbers, the Cullens scored a crucial victory, and Billy and Carlisle's eyes met in a way that I just pretended I was blind and didn't see anything.
I soon didn't have the mind to think about that because Carlisle's appearance in a white coat suddenly reminded me that he was a doctor, and I began to fidget for fear that he would find something.
To be honest, I didn't want my friends to know that I wouldn't live much longer. I knew deep down that it would follow like a cloud over our heads, and that wasn't good.
And I didn't know the exact timeframe, and it wasn't good to drag people around like that.
In the beginning, I didn't think I would have friends; although I thought about living a good life, I didn't want to leave too many ties with the world. But people are group animals, and without realizing it, I seem to have a lot of people around me.
I am very grateful for the help they gave me, some of which I cannot afford to return, so I do not want to see their mournful eyes. I also do not want to say goodbye to the last full of sadness, which I can do, perhaps only in the end without a trace of departure.
I know the power of time, although sometimes blaming time cannot frame the good. In this kind of moment, I am incomparably grateful for the power of time.
There will be no one who can't forget me, no one who will always think of me and remember me. Time will fade everything; memories will be covered and replaced by new ones, I just need to leave at the right
time to leave, to become a gray blur in their memories.
That's all.
The witch's magic power comes from the goddess's power; different powers have different magic powers, to put it better, dill, in the goddess's favor, gives it too much "abundance" of blessings, which leads to Dill's magic not being normal play.
Dill has not had time to become a great witch but first became the chef of the witches. Every time a kettle will attract a group of witches, small witches knocking on the bowl of soup improvised a small children's song: Dill a failure, the group on the meal.
Now and then, Dill starts to miss the goodness that is kimchi.
In fact, in her previous life, as a Korean, Dill, with such a pair of hands, it was no surprise to turn a stone into gold. To go anywhere without worrying about food and clothing, lost in the desert is even more not afraid of starvation; simply traveling abroad must have everything.
It's like a gold finger for traveling. All that's missing are the oriental spices and ingredients from her homeland for her to open an otherworldly eatery, and maybe this is the goal for a light novel-like
The goal may be to start a light, novel-like, magnificent journey.
But Dill couldn't keep such naive thoughts after she realized the setting of this world.
"Is that the soup base for today?"
A girl jumped out from under the window, her little head flopping with gold discernment on both sides, and excitedly pointed at the medicine basket on the floor.
A large white egg resting in it, surrounded by a lacy soft cloth carefully wrapped around it, looked extraordinarily appetizing, and paired with a cauldron of rolling tears, anyone would have mistaken it for anything else.
Snapping the window shut, Dill rushed forward to scoop up her precious egg in her bib. All her hopes lay in this egg, and she couldn't let these inhuman eaters get their eyes on it.
This time, it would never fail!
The witches outside, fearful of the mighty Amber, only dared to peer through the cracks at the edges of the doors and windows.
Not long ago, every little witch in the moonlight forest successfully bonded with a demon. From the number of species of wild cats to the rare white deer and even dexterous squirrels, every witch followed the guidance of the moon goddess and successfully found a demon with which to bond, and dill similarly according to the guidance of the moonlight and found... an egg.
A group of witches who had tasted the sweetness began to associate it with the moon goddess, thinking that it was the moon goddess who wanted to replenish the bodies of the gods' dependents who had worked so hard in Xinfang, so they tried all sorts of ways and tricks, which were nothing more than encouraging Dill to cook the egg that looked so delicious.
Of course, Dill was not going to boil the egg. When she got the egg, she put all her long-lost ambitions into it and waited only for time to hatch it out.
This is an egg, ah!
Dillramo's mind was filled with all kinds of exotic beasts from the legends of her hometown. Dragons also lay eggs, phoenixes also lay eggs, and an egg contains infinite possibilities, even if it is a beast of prey. As long as the complementary oriental colors cross the setting, that all makes sense.
So ignoring the sympathetic eyes of the bystanders, Dill holds a kind of fanatical confidence, and her mind has already floated out the beautiful vision of herself riding a dragon to get away from the world.
So to protect her beloved big white egg from a group of witches, Dill carries the egg with her wherever she goes. She even carefully added a bib with an opening to her dress and carried the egg with her every day amidst the cynicism of others.
Now even Amber, who likes to tease her little apprentice, couldn't stand it and punished a few witches who snickered at Dill for being a hen.
But Dill does not care; she believes that Rui is not an egg, but hope is a dream!
Just day by day, the egg is slow to break the shell, and the witches are more and more expectant and more and more anxious.
She is also a little afraid—afraid of their own identity—of otherworldly visitors who offended the local gods. As the saying goes, daydreams and nightmares go hand in hand. In Dill's nightmares, her beloved big white egg breaks out of its shell with great difficulty, only to be suddenly transformed into a vat of Kentucky Fried Chicken and then divided up by a group of witches all at once.
Woken up by the nightmare, Dill refused to wait forever; she decided to try hypnotic medicine to soak the egg, but ultimately she was afraid of her own hands.
To prevent the egg from being cooked before it was accidentally laid, Dill made a proper offering to the Moon Goddess before opening the kettle, asking her to forgive her for all the possible disrespect and offenses she had previously committed. The past had vanished, and she was from now on the Moon God's most loyal follower and successor, but she didn't have time to brew up her emotions and show her loyalty before she was interrupted by the wickedly funny Amber.
"I still have some catalyzing magic potion here; otherwise, use mine.
Knowing that she was in the wrong, Amber was rarely gentle and considerate. Only to see her carefully pulling the curtains shut and casting consolidating spell seals on the doors and windows, not forgetting to make intimidating gestures to the outsiders.
Dill was about to say something when, suddenly cackled, master and disciple two quickly looked at each other, and the air around them instantly condensed. Only to hear the cauldron tumbling with boiling water and a small noise, the frozen atmosphere suddenly opened a crack.
Inside and outside the room is silent; even the cat cannot help but lighten the footsteps, as if everyone realized what.
Dill's trembling shoulder victory, listening to the back of the eggshell cracking sound, neck hard as a stone, dead twisted.
Only after a long time, when she heard the sound of something falling on the ground, did Dill find her sanity, and only then did she scowl at Amber and ask, How was it?