This is not big sister's magic.

It's Big Sister's magic.

Xu Enguang was suddenly stunned.

…

yes.

Can magic really make a flower bloom out of thin air without using any props?

Xu Enguang shook his head slightly.

No matter how magical magic is, it has its limits...

…

Xu Enguang's eyes are very bright.

The more he recalled every detail of his relationship with his eldest sister in the past, the more he believed Brother Xiao's words.

Others may be that he thinks too much...

But this bookmark…..

Flowers in bookmarks…

This should be regarded as irrefutable evidence, right?

…..

Xu Enguang's fingers gently rubbed the surface of the bookmark.

This is a gift from his eldest sister.

It was a gift from...the monster...to him.

…

This is the only connection he has with his eldest sister besides memory.

And memory...

He just forgot what his eldest sister looked like now.

If he doesn't get enough protection, he will forget even every little moment of getting along with his eldest sister.

He only vaguely remembered that there was such a person as his eldest sister.

Then this gift becomes even more precious.

Because... it is the only proof that the time he spent with his eldest sister was not a lie.

just in case……

Will he forget everything about his big sister one day?

…

Xu Enguang's fingers fumbled for the bookmark and paused.

After a while, he suddenly smiled.

Now that he has forgotten, he knows nothing.

I feel nothing anymore.

Where could I have all the things I’m thinking about now?

…

No.

He shook his head.

He won't forget it.

If he even forgets his eldest sister...

There was really nothing worth recalling in his long memory.

In that case, wouldn't he be a little pitiful?

…

Xu Enguang stood up and sat at the desk.

He took out the notebook from the drawer.

Spread it out in front of you.

He took a pen.

A few seconds later, the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was heard in the room.

…

Because he was worried that he would forget the memory of his eldest sister, Xu Enguang decided to record all his acquaintance and interactions with her.

He couldn't remember the day when he and his eldest sister met for the first time.

He can't even remember the day he met his eldest sister each time.

Therefore, he did not write the date.

He tried his best to retrieve his memory and wrote down passages in chronological order.

…

He writes quickly.

He discovered that besides his eldest sister's appearance...

He remembered everything about his eldest sister very clearly.

This is normal for him.

After all, he likes his eldest sister so much.

I also miss my big sister.

He carefully and preciously preserved all the memories between him and his eldest sister.

…

Xu Enguang writes like a master.

Every paragraph of text represents a beautiful memory.

He did not write about the identity of the eldest sister's monster.

He wrote the record from his own perspective before today.

Big sister is big sister.

It doesn't matter whether it's a monster or a human.

His mind went through the past like a revolving lantern, and each word came out of his pen as smoothly and lightly as flowing water.

He became more and more relieved about his eldest sister's true identity.

…

Xu Enguang's records were not very detailed.

Every memory has only one paragraph of text, neither short nor long.

He was worried if someone saw his notes in the future.

He is not used to exposing all of himself to others.

Even if he was writing something like a diary, he still had concerns in his heart.

He has such a naughty character.

He would rather keep more things in his own mind.

…

After writing the last word of the night, Xu Enguang leaned back on the chair as if exhausted.

The pen was thrown carelessly on the table.

He shook his hand.

He pinched his fingers again.

A sour feeling spread from the fingertips.

Even though he has tried to reduce the content he wrote, he has been getting along with his eldest sister for such a long time...

There are many things that can be recorded.

They are all trivial things.
To be continued...