[Xiao Hei: Then, see you again if we are destined.]

…

Su Mingan closed the interface and took a bite of Chunxin cake.

I have to say that the spring cake made by Alice is indeed delicious, four million times better than Su Lin and others.

"Sir Detective, can you accompany me out now?" Alice asked while putting away the tableware.

"Huh?" Su Mingan glanced at the dark sky: "It's very late now, what are you doing out there?"

"Today is the last day of the year. Sister Rita will be vigiling at the church, and I promised to accompany her." Alice clasped her hands: "And... today is my birthday. My friends want to celebrate my birthday.

.These days, I often tell them about you, and they really want to see you."

Su Mingan reacted.

Alice is an orphan and she doesn't know her real birthday.

But for her, when she was twelve years old, the day she was brought home by Su Ming'an - she felt that that day was equivalent to the day of her rebirth.

She regarded this day as her birthday from then on. From then on, every year when Su Ming'an and her got together, this day would be her birthday.

"Happy birthday, Alice." Su Mingan wanted to touch her head, but felt that her age was no longer suitable for doing so, so he retracted his hand.

But Alice tilted a little towards him, and with her black hair, she took the initiative to approach his palm.

Su Mingan gently touched her head symbolically: "You have grown up, don't rely too much on me. I am not your father, but just your companion."

Alice raised her head, her eyes were very bright, a light of confidence. She was no longer the timid little girl she used to be, and she would not even feel afraid of being loved.

"Well, I know, Mr. Detective. It's you who gave me everything. It's you who taught me what friendship and responsibility are." She responded, her eyes still bright.

She already has many friends around her.

She is no longer afraid of love because she is already in love.

She put her hand on the back of his hand, and her ten fingers were very warm, still retaining the warmth of black tea. She sighed in a low voice:

"……ah."

"...It's very kind of you, Mr. Detective."

…

Daoyacheng, residential area.

The last sycamore leaf beside the window fell. Su Luoluo raised her head and stared at the dead sycamore tree outside the window. This old tree that had been with her for nearly twenty years died today, and its withered branches were like dark fire sticks.

Dry and ugly.

She stroked the last leaf, which had withered, like a dead leaf butterfly.

The moonlight was very pale today and the room was very dim. She looked at the only light source in the room - the computer monitor that was glowing quietly in the darkness.

The message she just sent stayed on the screen.

[Please call me Miss Demon King v: When you are sad, crying, or depressed, come and see me. Just click on my live broadcast room and you can see Miss Demon King laughing here. I will bring you

You are happy, so don’t be sad, Miss Demon King is here.]

There are many people replying to this post.

[Guang Ni: Miss Demon King...you are so kind.]

[Tian Xia Zun: Life is too stressful. I always can’t sleep at night, and sometimes I vomit at work. But every time I open the live broadcast room and look at Miss Demon King’s smile, I seem to have been saved. 】

[Interpretation of sadness: Our whole family likes Miss Demon King very much.]

[Voltron: Today’s Internet is too impetuous, and it’s rare to find an anchor like Miss Demon King who doesn’t bring products or cut corners. She’s just playing games for us to watch. I like this feeling very much. 】

[Lenghun: Why are girls so good at playing games? It must be because of their appearance. 】

…

Su Luoluo looked at these replies. She originally only posted updates for a business purpose, but when she saw people's comments about being redeemed, she felt confused.

Just look at her when you are sad, and look at her when you are stressed. She will do her best to share people's negative emotions and give people a place to rest.

——But why do so many people regard her, a newly grown child, as their only salvation?

She felt touched and sad at the same time - because she was covered with the skin of the Internet and the persona of "Miss Devil King", a child who had just grown up seemed to be plated with gold in people's eyes.
Chapter completed!