Chapter 56 55. You have seen a better life, right?
Draco looked at Lin An and said nothing.
Lin An waited for a while, looking at the young man who was looking at him intently with gray-blue eyes, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.
She asked: "What's wrong?"
Draco shook his head: "I just think... you seem to have seen better things."
"Are Muggles great these days?"
At this time, Lin An was really stunned.
Draco seemed to have been thinking about it for a long time.
"You are very interested in magic, but you are just interested. You are not too nostalgic about your current life. You are calmly weighing the advantages and disadvantages of Muggle life and magical life -"
"Lin An, is it because you have seen a better life?"
Lin An was speechless for a moment.
She always felt that she was a spoiled child beside her, sometimes a little cute, sometimes a little bad, but of course, more cute and considerate.
But I never thought that the little boy would gradually grow up and become more sensitive than an adult.
But how would she answer?
Can she say that she traveled back in time thirty years later? Can she say that she was on the verge of success in her previous life?
When big data records everything, smartphones take up half of one's life, entertainment is everywhere, and transportation is convenient and vast...
After she has experienced such a life, how can she objectively view the flying broomsticks and Avada Kedavra?
In the corner of the lounge, there are students everywhere talking about Quidditch, with a transparent crystal dome above their heads.
The huge body of the octopus streaked above, the dark green velvet curtains hung down, and the gold and silver embroidery threads on them were intertwined with the luxurious glory of the nobles.
The flame hanging by the golden chain today is goose yellow and very cute.
Under such bright light, Draco's light golden hair was almost white, with a cold metallic color.
But only Lin An knew that his hair was thin, soft, and fluffy, and he took care of it cleaner and fresher than anyone else.
And his gray-blue eyes were like the edge of the sky lightly shrouded by white clouds on the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.
It's not that deep, nor that clear, but just looking at it quietly, the world becomes vast.
——That is the bright color of the East.
Under such eyes, she nodded slightly.
"Yes. I have seen a better life."
"Everything I'm working on now is preparation for a better life."
"So...Draco, I'm sorry, I prefer the Muggle world now. Even if possible, I want to return to my home country after graduation."
Draco pursed his lips.
After a long time, he said softly: "But aren't you a mixed race?"
Lin An's appearance and deep facial features are not common for Easterners.
In Draco's eyes, Easterners were roughly like Ravenclaw's Qiu Zhang, with round faces and smooth lines, but slightly flat.
Lin An smiled: "My heart is still Chinese."
"However," perhaps Draco's melancholy and loss were too obvious, so she laughed again:
"My heart will never change, but it's too early to say what my future direction will be."
This is not a perfunctory statement.
For example, now, Lin An has explored the mysteries and wonders of magic. Potions, spells, and magic equipment are all very interesting. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?
Magic is really fun!
Draco felt her sincere attitude, and his frown slowly relaxed.
The light from the dome shines, and the two shallow blushes on his excessively fair face are particularly obvious.
"Maybe...I mean..."
He was a little shy and a little nervous:
"My dad sent me some Chinese food, I don't know if it's good enough..."
"Perhaps you'd like to try it?"
If we continue writing like this, it will be really difficult to end it if the male protagonist is not Xiaolong... But he is only eleven years old... I am not a pervert!!! [Emphasis loudly!]
Sure enough, you shouldn’t drink milk tea at five o’clock in the afternoon. This is what I wrote at four o’clock in the morning on the 1st...
Also, how many people have read this book now? Can you give me a like and let me count?
