Chapter 55

When Li Jia woke up, she didn't feel like she had been run over by a truck like in the novels; on the contrary, she felt incredibly energetic.

Li Jia was still reluctant to get out of bed. She squinted and turned to the side, her gaze naturally falling on the table.

Hera was sitting there, her fingertips holding the little black booklet Winslow had given her, her eyes lowered as she flipped through it.

Golden strands of hair cascaded down her shoulders, the morning light outlining the soft lines of her profile, making her look as beautiful as a medieval oil painting.

Li Jia was so engrossed in watching that she even stopped herself from turning over.

Who could have imagined that when she first stepped into this world with ulterior motives, in order to survive, she would become an ambitious and cunning strategist, successfully completing her mission and escaping from this place?

Having struggled alone in society for many years, Li Jia had long since learned to appear as a weakling, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, and then secretly paving the way with the most ruthless means, all to complete the mission.

She has worked her way up from the very bottom to where she is now; she has never been a simple or naive woman.

Food, clothing, and daily necessities—all aspects of a decent life require money.

Anyone who can earn money in society without relying on their parents is not naive or innocent.

The desire to make money was so strong that it compelled Li Jia to climb the ladder step by step.

She wanted to be a strong adult to protect the last bit of her childlike innocence.

Despite her meticulous planning, she overlooked one crucial step.

But she met a man who would love her and be won over.

Although she appeared very late, Li Jia was still happy to see her, and the pain of the past was now forgotten.

She wanted to stay by Hera's side forever; she loved only Hera and asked for nothing more.

For the first time, Li Jia understood Lina's feelings and hoped that she would be safe, happy every day, eat well, and have no worries.

If possible, think about her occasionally.

From an outsider's perspective, Li Jia gradually deviated from her original intention as a strategist. But in reality, if someone is willing to cover for you in everything, who wouldn't want to be a lazy bum?

Ninety percent of people are constantly trying and failing in the dark, investing their own resources. Every time they make a decision, they calculate the worst possible outcome and whether they can bear it. Only after calculating all possible outcomes do they dare to enter the game.

Li Jia is a pragmatic woman. Here, she doesn't have to work 996 hours a day for capitalists, nor does she have to deal with complicated interpersonal relationships. She can eat, drink, play, shop, and do things that interest her.

Lying down is perfectly fine.

It doesn't matter whether we live or die, since we'll all die eventually anyway.

Many things, when you look back a hundred years from now, you'll find that nothing was important.

Just then, the person at the table suddenly moved.

Hera closed the booklet, and when she looked up, she met Li Jia's gaze. A gentle smile instantly bloomed in her eyes: "Awake?"

She got up and walked to the bedside, holding the booklet between her fingers, and gently waved it in front of Li Jia, her tone slightly teasing: "Want to try them all?"

Li Jia was stunned, her mind still reeling.

What to try?

She opened her mouth, but before she could ask a question, Hera smiled, turned around, and stepped lightly out of the palace gate, leaving only the booklet lying quietly on the edge of the bed.

Li Jia picked up the booklet with suspicion, flipped through a couple of pages, and saw two little figures in various poses.

The more I looked, the more something seemed off; the roots of his ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.

"Winslow!"

A dragon's roar echoed from the depths of the palace, and the dragon itself, who was making croissants in the kitchen, let out a loud yawn.

Who is it?

He secretly cursed himself behind his back.

With a sigh, the small dough ball with saliva on his hands couldn't be used to make croissants, but throwing it away would be a waste, so he simply made it into bread crumbs for Doreen to take out as dry food.

Doreen: ...Thank you so much.

I don’t know if it was thanks to that pamphlet, but for a whole week, Hera came to do live rehearsals with her every night.

She practiced so much that her dark circles under her eyes became much heavier, making her look like a panda.

Seeing her best friend looking completely drained, Lina said earnestly, "Young people should be more moderate. Kidney tonic is good, but don't overindulge."

Li Jia threw a dagger at them, it was all their doing.

Deep inside the palace.

After their final, passionate lovemaking, the woman used too much force this time. She clung to Hera's arm until her last bit of strength was exhausted with each breath, and her body went limp like a ball of silk soaked in warm water, and she completely passed out.

Hera lowered her eyes, gazing at the reddened corners of the eyes and slightly parted lips of the person in her arms, her fingertips gently brushing against her sweat-dampened temples.

A silver cup on a gilded tray held lukewarm honey water. She reached out and took it, carefully lifting her slender neck, trying to bring the rim of the cup to her lips.

But the little guy was sleeping too soundly, his jaw was clenched, and he didn't even move his tongue.

Hera let out a very faint laugh, tilted her head back, took a mouthful of honey water, leaned down and covered that softness, slowly transferring the sweet warmth into it.

He gently stroked the back of her neck with his fingertips until the person in his arms swallowed unconsciously and her long eyelashes trembled. Then he slowly withdrew his fingers and wiped away the water stains on her skin.

"A greedy person won't even give up in their dreams."

Hera murmured softly, holding the person even tighter in her arms. After a long while, the wool blanket was pulled up, covering her fair ankles.

She took off her own ruby ​​ring, which she also wore on her middle finger, and slipped it onto her wife's right thumb.

Be healthy.

To live a long life.

"Crunch"

The door opened and closed again, leaving only silence.

The light from the nightlight illuminated her sweet dreams all night.

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The branches of the sacred tree twisted and turned as if cast in silver, and each leaf shimmered with a pale golden luster. Thousands of golden marriage tokens hung among the branches, like solidified starlight.

Hera stood under the tree, her golden hair billowing in the wind, her skirt brushing against the tree roots. She reached out and gently touched the drooping corner of the talisman, closing her eyes to feel the love in every talisman.

"His Majesty."

Doreen stood behind Hera, knowing she shouldn't ask, but suddenly called out to her.

"If Li Jia finds out, she'll probably hate you."

Hearing Doreen's words, the woman slightly curled the corners of her lips: "She won't."

“You’ve been by my side for so many years. If this person were Winslow, you’d be even crazier than me,” Hera said, looking at her. “After all, you’ve already been crazy once, haven’t you?”

Doreen was stunned, a rare occurrence for her. How could she question the God's choice? Everyone has their own choices. To give everything for one's faith is not suffering but happiness.

Among the countless marriage contracts, Hera found the one between her and Li Jia without any effort. She opened it and read it for a long time before saying, "Hera, the goddess of marriage, voluntarily dissolves the marriage contract and erases the marital relationship with Li Jia. I will bear all the disasters and misfortunes alone, and she shall not be affected."

Gods do not make vows lightly.

Hera used her divine power to erase her name from the marriage history, but Li Jia's name could not be erased no matter what.

Divine power can erase everything, but sincerity will not lie.

She loves her, so she can't erase it.

"Dorin, do not grieve. The lifespan of gods is infinitely long, and I am already weary of it."

"The only person in this world I can't let go of is her."

“I should take care of her for me; it’s my duty to bear the responsibility.”

The deity removed his divine robes, donned a plain dress, and walked barefoot up the sacred mountain.

She returned to Gabriel's side, and the angel spread his wings to welcome her.

For thousands of years, the sacred mountain has welcomed its first person to be judged.