"I won't forget, I definitely won't go to Kalman City!" Seeing that Mei's mood had stabilized, Ashumia breathed a long sigh of relief, and in order to make Mei more reassured, she once again earnestly assured Mei and handed Mei a tissue again.

Mei took the tissue and let out a long sigh, her shriveled lips moved, and it took a while for a while to spit out the words like a sigh, "Okay, good, good ......" She wiped the tears from her face little by little with the tissue, leaned her back, and stepped forward to give Archhumia a hug, "I'm sorry, Xiaoya." Her voice was hoarse and snarky, and Arshumia's mood was lowered again, "I like your gift very much. Being able to be with you is the happiest thing in my life, and I am willing to give up everything for the sake of this happiness. ”

"You know, I'm getting older, and I'm getting more and more emotional." The withered hand comforted Arshumia's hair again and again, and May kept saying, "Don't pay too much attention to the matter of learning to choose. At least we're still together, aren't we? Aunt Mei loves you, go to bed early, Xiaoya. ”

"I love you too, Aunt May." Archhumia reached out and hugged the skinny old man in front of her, as May said she was old. Perhaps because of the exhaustion, after they moved to Dechar, May aged very quickly. Two years ago, she was a woman who liked bright colors, and now she is an old man.

Arshumia is surprised by Mei's sudden aging, but Mei does not accept it at all and even keeps running away. Except for special days like today, Mei is reluctant to show her face. She often wears a fat black robe and a large hat to cover her face. She didn't want to see her aging, so she covered herself under the black robe.

Arshumia took her eyes off Mei's wrinkled and gray spots, smiled and whispered goodbye, "Then I'll go, and you can go to bed early, Aunt May." ”

After closing the door for Mei, Ashimia walked to the stairs, deliberately disguised in order not to worry Mei, and her smile gradually froze. She didn't turn on the lights, and the long hallway fell silent in darkness, as if trapped in an endless cycle of despair, just as she did now.

She didn't say a word about Xuexuan just now, as if she didn't care, but in fact, only she knew how heavy her mood was at the moment.

Most people in this world have something incredible in their bodies – magic. When a person is born, the magic in the body is extremely disordered, and most people will not stabilize until they reach the age of seventeen. The stabilization of their magic means that they have the "elementals" to learn magic and become a magician.

The selection is a ritual for admitting new students to the Academy of Magic. Every year in June, the Wizards' Association will arrange for magicians to go to the homes of 17-year-old girls to test their talents, and then arrange their information and submit it to various magic schools for selection.

Archhumia was a loser in the school selection, not because there was no magic academy to admit her, but because there were no magicians at all who came to her house to test her talents. This was a bigger failure than failing to admit her, which meant being completely abandoned by the wizarding world, and her dream of becoming a magician was shattered.

Arshumia looked at the stairs for a long time before sighing and dragging her tired steps back to her room.

Her room was also pitch black, with moonlight pouring down from the window, a slender figure sitting on the windowsill, the breeze blowing his black hair, one leg bent, one hand resting on his bent knee, bracing the perfectly curved side of his face. He looked up at the crescent moon in the night sky, the moonlight casting a dazzling silver glow on his side.