I Can Grant Origin Powers To Anything

So, it was.

On New Year's Eve, Xu Lingjun's home welcomed another guest.

When they first saw Li Jingjun, both Wang Qingya and Wang Tiancheng's eyes couldn't help but light up simultaneously.

Immediately, the father and daughter cautiously hid their little thoughts.

Hmm... this girl looks so pretty and seems very quiet, I wonder if Xiaojun likes her?

But this matter must be kept secret from Father (Xiaoya).

Wang Qingya took the lead in welcoming her warmly.

And upon hearing Xu Lingjun's request to help Li Jingjun treat her wounds, Wang Qingya naturally didn't refuse at all, warmly bringing her into the bedroom, intending to explore the family's character... after all, this girl didn't look like a daughter from a poor family.

It's uncertain if she would fancy Xiaojun.

But after half an hour, when the two women came out of the bedroom.

Wang Qingya's eyes were already moist.

The way she looked at Li Jingjun was as if...

Uh, it was like seeing her daughter kidnapped by human traffickers for many years, only to reunite with her after she had been crippled and was left to beg on the streets.

Heartache and compassion so deep that she didn't know how to express it.

And after Xu Lingjun asked in a low voice.

He then understood that Li Jingjun was seriously injured, having a claw mark ripped across her back by a Demon Beast, with three deep wounds that reached the bone, looking particularly hideous and terrifying. Furthermore, because they were in the Secret Realm and couldn't treat them in time, the wounds had already festered...

Though she looked like a delicate girl, her injuries were so severe, yet she still appeared completely indifferent. Her tolerance for pain was astonishingly strong, especially when she casually said, "It's fine, I'm used to it."

Instantly making Wang Qingya, who had already considered Li Jingjun as family, couldn't help but feel heartache and pity.

Even during dinner, she couldn't help asking about her well-being and kept urging Xu Lingjun to take good care of her once they left.

Which left Xu Lingjun a bit confused... Not to mention Li Jingjun, who didn't understand human relationships well, looked at Wang Qingya with utter bewilderment.

A lavish dinner.

In Xu Lingjun's original plan, Father Wang was supposed to discreetly finish eating early and retire to his room to rest... then he and Sister Yaya would have some private time, with all sorts of unspoken things.

But everyone sat together laughing and chatting while eating.

The strange and ambiguous feeling in Xu Lingjun's heart gradually faded away...

Thinking that such harmonious conversation was pretty good too.

And that cake, which had just caused a misunderstanding, was quickly shared among them.

Especially Li Jingjun, after taking a bite, had a hint of wistfulness in her eyes and sighed that this was the first time in her life she had eaten a birthday cake on her birthday. Though the cake was someone else's, it tasted really good.

Only then did everyone realize that Xu Lingjun and Li Jingjun were actually born on the same day of the same month in the same year.

Then Wang Qingya, overwhelmed with maternal feelings, served Li Jingjun more cake, suggesting she eat more, even feeding the numbers 1 and ∞ into Li Jingjun's mouth... oops, make that 1 and 8.

But somehow, even though the cake was large, Wang Tiancheng didn't eat a single bite.

And after eating, he quickly said he was tired and needed to rest, leaving the four of them in the living room.

The four of them sat together, chatting softly.

Then, looking at the fireworks blooming brilliantly in the sky...

"Want to go out and set off fireworks?"

Wang Qingya suddenly suggested.

Xu Lingjun shrugged and said, "I didn't buy any of those things."

"I did, but I didn't expect the prices at Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion to be so high... I almost went broke."

Wang Qingya wrinkled her cute nose, complaining.

"I already went broke and only bought a little."

Su Huanqing said a bit sorrowfully.

Li Jingjun, puzzled, asked, "I don't quite understand why you spend so much money on something that lights up and then extinguishes quickly. Is there any meaning to it?"

"If you find emotional satisfaction, then there's meaning. It's like you finally got to eat birthday cake, even though it was someone else's. But next time, I'll definitely prepare two cakes to celebrate both of your birthdays."

Wang Qingya held Li Jingjun's hand and smiled.

Li Jingjun nodded somewhat naively.

"Let's go... let's go out and set off fireworks."

Wang Qingya grabbed Li Jingjun's hand with one hand and Xu Lingjun's with the other, signaling Su Huanqing to bring the fireworks from the room.

The four of them stepped out of the door.

Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion was essentially a small city.

There were countless families gathered here, and as many families as there were, there were that many fireworks blooming brightly.

Clusters of fireworks rose into the sky, booming and bringing a touch of warmth to the cold weather.

The cold wind blew through.

Su Huanqing's little face was frozen red, holding a firework battery under her arm, covering one ear with her hand, and lighting the fuse with the other. Then the firework's force misdirected her original aim, scaring her into yelling out.

Li Jingjun, on the other hand, was squatting on the ground seriously, trying to figure out how to light a barrel-style firework, as she had never played with such things before.

Wang Qingya squatted beside her and stealthily lit the fuse...

The sudden sparks startled Li Jingjun, and she instinctively used the Hui xue technique, sending the firework soaring into the sky, where it continuously burst into a firework display, looking incredibly beautiful.

Xu Lingjun watched quietly, a contented smile slowly spreading on his face; this scene brought him a strange but indescribable sense of fulfillment.

Feeling that if life could always be like this, it would be perfect.

So much so, that when the fireworks finally faded.

It was midnight.

When Li Jingjun, smiling rarely, said goodbye to Wang Qingya, promising to see her in a few days for wound care and returning home to rest, she also forcibly took Pang Hu with her.

And after escorting Su Heqing and Wang Qingya back to their bedroom.

Xu Lingjun also returned to his bedroom, but soon was driven out by Father Wang's sleep-talking martial arts routine.

He could only lay on the sofa again.

His mind drifted back to this time last year.

He remembered that during last New Year's, Father Wang was too busy to leave and invited him to accompany him for the countdown. Sister Yaya enthusiastically invited him, even saying she'd pick him up personally.

But he refused.

Back then, Sister Yaya seemed like a swan soaring in the sky, while he, Xu Lingjun, wasn't even worthy of being a toad, even if she willingly came to him, he felt burdened and didn't dare to easily accept her kindness.

But now, in less than a year.

He had transformed, able to freely communicate with both Father Wang and Sister Yaya, and even have the spare time to entertain thoughts of mischief...

To put it simply, he had finally become part of the group.

Hoping not to wake up to find that all of this was just a dream and that in reality, he had failed in the Dragon Gate Examination, sitting alone in melancholy in his 300-square-meter luxurious apartment.

That would be too sad.

Thinking, drowsily...

Listening to the low murmur of voices in the room, unable to discern the specifics, it seemed like the two women were softly talking about something. Dang it... they said the door would block even their quarrels, but they lowered their voices, and I could still hear it. The soundproofing is too poor.

Cunning merchants, I'll find them tomorrow to complain.

The low voices sounded like two little bees buzzing around his brain.

Sleepiness gradually crept in.

Xu Lingjun slowly bowed his head and fell asleep...

In his dreams, drowsily.

He sensed at some point, a warm body nestled in his embrace.

A dream... Am I really dreaming?

His hand moved up and down a few times, confirming reality?

Just as Xu Lingjun was about to speak out, he was silenced by a hand.

Wang Qingya poked her head out of the quilt, pressed a finger to her lips, and whispered to Xu Lingjun, "Don't wake Xiaoqing, she just fell asleep... Also, my dad's a light sleeper, if he hears us, I'd be too embarrassed to live."

Xu Lingjun: "................."