"Well..." Alice stared at Amon's clothes that had never changed in her memory and thought for a moment, then said cautiously, "Actually, I have always had a question..." Amon raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but looked at her with a smile. Alice's hand holding the vine became a little harder. After pondering for a moment, she asked aloud: "Don't you...don't you want to change clothes?" Amon fell into thought. Such a down-to-earth way of thinking made Amon stunned for a moment. After pondering for a moment, he asked: "Why do you think so?" Alice blinked and replied: "Because you wear exactly the same clothes every time you show up. It feels like you never change your clothes... won't your clothes get dirty if you don't wash them for so long?" "Alice," Amon shouted with an incomprehensible expression, "do you know what the King of Angels means, right?" Alice nodded. "... Then why do you think about the problem from this perspective?" Amon looked at her curiously, "It's as if... it's as if extraordinary abilities are no different in your eyes from a cup of ice cream that you like to eat." "No." Alice shook her head.
Amon patiently looked forward to her performance. Alice lightly kicked the ground, and the swing swayed. She flew up to the sky along the swing, but did not fall with the swing. A pair of white wings spread out behind her, allowing her to stay in the air. "Sure enough, it's better to look at you from a high position..." Alice sighed, tilted her head, looked at Amon's expression and replied, "Actually, ice cream is more important." Amon fell into thought. In the dream, Alice completely let herself go, letting her body break into twinkling points of light that fell on the surrounding things. While Alice felt the feeling of becoming the entire dream, she let the light points emerge again and condensed into a human form. At the same time, a huge mushroom with red background and white spots popped up from the ground, and Alice suddenly landed on the mushroom, as if she had landed on a huge trampoline. But she failed to play the trampoline game successfully. Obviously, the control of this dream is not entirely in her hands - ah, maybe Amon stole it. Anyway, when Alice landed on the ground for the second time, the mushroom exploded and turned into colorful mist. This beautiful and dreamy scene did not relieve the pain of Alice falling to the ground - why did it hurt? You have to ask Amon. Amon smiled and retracted his legs, stood up from the stool, leaned down slightly, and stretched out a hand towards Alice. Alice raised her head, stared at Amon's smiling face for two seconds, and then put her hand on it. Amon chuckled softly, pulled her up with a little force, and suddenly let go of her halfway, letting her fall back. Alice's eyes widened. Seeing her shocked expression, Amon held his stomach and burst into laughter. He even had two tears in the corners of his eyes, acting like he was crying from laughter. Alice angrily rushed forward and hugged Amon's hand. She lowered her head and... well, an inexplicable force held her down and pushed her back to the ground gently. Alice's eyes widened. "Still want to bite me?" Amon raised his eyebrows and lazily stretched out his hand towards Alice again.
Alice glared at him angrily and put her hand on him again. Amon was stunned for a moment, looked down at Alice's hand, then looked at her puzzled expression, and suddenly laughed. He tilted his lips slightly, leaned down, and helped Alice up. Alice looked at Amon blankly, her body stiffened briefly when Amon's hand came into contact, and then quickly relaxed and allowed the other person to help her up. "You seem to be in a good mood." Alice tilted her head in confusion. Amon curled his lips and did not answer her question, but smiled: "If it were you, what kind of clothes would you change into for me?" Alice stared at Him for a few seconds before blurting out: "The Mad Hatter!" Amon looked at her curiously. Alice tilted her head and replied: "Although this is not Wonderland, it is still in a dream. If I were Alice, it actually seems quite reasonable for you to dress up like a Mad Hatter..." "Why do you say that?" Amon asked curiously. Alice replied seriously: "This is a fairy tale...Hey, but the words told here are very strange!" "Why?" Amon asked still curiously - he seemed to really want to find out what Alice was thinking. Alice scratched her hair and replied: "Because fairy tales are usually bedtime stories, so...we are obviously in a dream now!" After Amon pondered for a moment, he smiled and said to her: "You can try to wake up." Alice looked at his smile and suddenly had a bad premonition. She stared at Amon and struggled to wake up from the dream - the moment the dream was broken, she saw an enlarged face. Alice stared at this scene blankly. After a few seconds, she recovered from the confusion of just waking up and let out a scream that could be heard half the street: "Help ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" After Amon stared at Alice and thought for a moment, he rubbed his ears like humans do, frowned and said to her: "You are very noisy, really." Alice stretched out a hand to cover her mouth, then felt something was wrong, lifted the quilt up, frowned and asked, "...can you go out first?" "Why?" Amon raised his eyebrows. Alice frowned, thought seriously and answered: "Maybe it's because it's strange for a man to appear in a woman's bedroom? You, you should be considered a man, you can't be a real male..." Amon was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "How did you think of using 'male and female' to describe my gender?" Alice silently pulled the quilt up, staring at Amon cautiously without saying a word. Amon pondered for a moment, and in Alice's horrified eyes, he gradually transformed into a woman with long hair and a black dress, and then asked in a female voice: "How about this?" Alice gasped, but Amon's current image has indeed become much more acceptable. Alice sat up half of her body with the quilt in her hand and explained to Amon: "Because the gender of non-human creatures is described as male and female instead of male and female... Mythical creatures are not humans."
After a moment of silence, Amon said with a strange expression: "I actually think what you said makes sense..." "It makes sense." Alice emphasized righteously. After staring at Alice for two seconds, Amon changed the subject: "You don't seem to care about my own gender, but only the gender of the image I show." (End of this chapter)