A biting wind howled, and inside the tents of the military camp, the crackling of burning charcoal embers created a soft, ethereal sound.

"how come?"

Helian Nie frowned as he looked at Helian Si, who was wrapped in his cloak, holding a cup of warm water, sipping it slowly by the fire.

"ah?"

Helian Si blinked innocently, his beautiful peach blossom eyes hidden beneath his cloak, pondering for a moment.

They all felt that their father would never believe them if they lied. Sniffing, they looked at Helian Nie with a serious expression.

"Father, would you believe me if I said I flew here?"

Helian Nie: "…………"

After a long silence, no reply came from Helian Nie in the tent. Helian Si lowered his long, curled eyelashes and pursed his lips.

Look, look, Father really doesn't believe in himself. Well, that makes sense, since this page is the human realm, where there are no gods or demons.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his forehead. Helian Si grimaced and looked up, only to see Helian Nie rubbing the mark on his forehead.

"Father, Father, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Stop, stop! This is the mark of my original body, it can't be erased."

Helian Si wailed repeatedly, inwardly lamenting why his father had always been so rude, from childhood to adulthood.

I still remember wiping my face like this when I was little. I had no idea what it meant to cherish a beautiful woman. Oh, her beauty was breathtaking!

"Original body?"

As expected, the mark on Helian Si's forehead showed no sign of disappearing, and the gloom on Helian Nie's handsome face deepened.

His narrow, almond-shaped eyes stared intently at Helian Si, scrutinizing him from head to toe. He saw those familiar, fawning, ingratiating, yet feignedly pitiful almond-shaped eyes…

Helian Nie's thin, crimson lips pressed into a line. The person before him was indeed his family's ugly brat, but that mark on his forehead...

Where did it come from? And what is this ugly thing's true form? And how can we explain that this ugly thing, dressed in a summer dress, appeared alone in this snow-capped mountain?

The probing look in Helian Nie's eyes was so obvious that Helian Si couldn't pretend not to see it. He pouted.

Well, what did she have to complain about? The fact that her father hadn't thrown her out like a monster was already a good thing. She sniffed.

"Well, Father, it's like this. I'm... I'm a flower spirit who has cultivated into a deity. Look, it's this kind of flower."

Helian Si pointed to the alluring, blood-red spider lily on his forehead, showing it to Helian Nie.

At the same time, he stared intently at Helian Nie, wanting to see how Helian Nie would react after learning that he was a flower demon.

Helian Nie's handsome brows furrowed even more, his thin lips pressed into a tight arc as he met Helian Si's cautious gaze.

He sighed softly, his well-defined hand reaching out to gently rub Helian Si's head, his usually sinister voice unusually gentle.

"Don't worry, I won't despise you."

Helian Si: "...?" Okay, okay.

No longer feeling slighted, Helian Si quietly moved his small stool closer to his father, Helian Nie, his nose tingling, his eyes reddening, a touch of emotion welling up inside him.

"That's how it is. A long, long time ago, there was a woman named Bi and a man named An. Because of some ridiculous heavenly rules, they could not meet, but they admired each other and secretly met. And then, it was a melodramatic love at first sight."

Helian Si sniffed before continuing, "Later, they were discovered, and the two of them were cursed, turning into the flower and leaf of a flower."

Flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers; life after life, flower and leaf never meet—it's a truly tragic situation.