Beside him, Wu Tan's outstretched hands remained open. His expectations were obvious, but unfortunately, some people were oblivious.

Wu Tan pouted and withdrew his hand as if giving up. Suddenly, he heard the sound of wind in his ear, and before he could react, a soft, warm body with a faint fragrance crashed into his arms.

"elder brother."

Yan Chiyu turned around, reminding himself: Be magnanimous, be magnanimous, be magnanimous.

"Ah Yue." He raised his hand again, patting her back gently and tenderly as if holding a precious treasure, his voice soft and soothing, "Yes, brother is here."

The culprits who caused the paralysis of the underworld in the back row looked at the reunited siblings with red eyes, filled with countless emotions.

My thoughts drifted once again to that rosy dawn of spring.

"The phoenix has set up an altar to pray for the new God of Books!"

"Last night, the people released wishing lanterns into the Qianying River; each one was a blessing for the God of Books..."

"Our book god deserves all the good things in the world."

"Yes, and we should also love and care for them."

Do you prefer girl dolls or boy dolls?

"I'll treat any baby, whether it's a girl or a boy, as my own!"

Although their feelings and expectations were shattered for a moment, when the two little ones appeared hand in hand in front of them, their hearts had already melted completely.

Unbeknownst to them, on the day the twins were born, the raging tsunami at the edge of the mountains and seas calmed down, the waves splashed and gently tapped the rocks; the evil beasts imprisoned underground no longer roared, but obediently lay on the ground; and the Ephemeral Flower, the king of the cold night that had not bloomed for ten thousand years, bloomed in full at dawn, bursting forth like snow.

Mountains, seas, and all things welcome new life and greet the gods they believe in in their own way.

As fate is written on paper, perhaps a faint voice will still resound—

"Twins, also a wish for all blessings."

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