Her curled-up body is constantly growing, from childhood to adulthood, from immaturity to near perfection.

Besides the constant changes in her body, she was also having a long and familiar dream.

The faces of the people in my dream finally became clear.

She saw it clearly and understood it.

She is my wife, yet not my wife; she is Emperor Moyu, not Thirty-Five.

The Emperor's loving companionship day after day, the younger sister's persistent and gentle narration, and Nuwa's care and support as a mother goddess.

The resurgence of countless memories made her heart burn hotter and hotter. Finally, she let out a soft cry and opened her eyes.

In an instant, the world turned upside down, the stars shifted, and finally, a burst of golden light suddenly shone forth.

Beside the lotus pond, just when everyone's patience was almost at its limit, the cocoon of light above finally began to change.

That night, all was quiet, but the cocoon of light suddenly burst open!

"Bang..."

Countless golden specks of light fell from the sky, like the most beautiful fireworks in the night, dazzlingly adorning the sky.

"Um…"

A faint, melancholic humming sound rose from the empty space, and everything seemed to fall asleep suddenly at the sound of this chant, except for her, who was slowly awakening.

Then, everyone saw a golden outline slowly unfolding in the pitch-black night.

Her graceful, swan-like neck, adorned with a silvery halo, slowly rose, revealing the first glimmer of white in the boundless darkness, followed by her slender, delicate hands and her alluring, slender figure.

A familiar black robe, accompanied by long hair that fluttered and rustled in the wind.

She stood suspended in mid-air, like a bewitching enchantress in the night, utterly captivating and alluring.

"As expected, she and Yi'er are twins. Their appearances are exactly the same."

Fan Qiyue and the others were so engrossed in watching that they couldn't help but murmur among themselves.

"no the same.

However, Di Moyu said it with certainty, and then flew towards Jun Feijue with barely concealed excitement.

The girl I've protected for so long has finally grown up.

At this moment, all he wanted was to hold her tightly in his arms and truly feel her presence.

At this moment, Jun Feijue was still immersed in confusion.

I don't understand why my body changed in the blink of an eye, and why so many memories appeared in my mind.

Those were things she had never experienced before, yet were all very familiar with.

"Have I really grown up?"

Jun Feijue slowly raised his hand, looking at his palm, his beautiful eyes still filled with confusion, "Is this... a dream?"

“Ah Jue”.

At this moment, Di Moyu arrived in front of Jun Feijue, his tall figure still a head taller than her.

Under the moonlight, the man was enveloped in a hazy, soft glow, less aloof than usual, and more warm.

The two figures, peerless in their beauty, stood facing each other. At this moment, it seemed as if the entire world consisted only of them, with nothing else in between.

"These two are a match made in heaven!"

Looking up, even the monk who was disgusted with Buddha couldn't help but utter a sound of envy.

"Yu?"

Looking up at Di Moyu, whose eyes were brimming with undisguised excitement, Jun Feijue paused for a moment, then smiled sweetly and slowly reached out her hand, "I've grown up, can you still carry me?"

"nature."

Di Moyu smiled indulgently and scooped the person up in his arms.

His posture was so relaxed, as if the person in his arms was as light as a feather.

But only he knew how excited and joyful he was at that moment, and how cautious he was.

The person in his arms was the most precious thing in his life.