The fisherwoman known as "A-Yue" had a simple hairstyle, delicate features, and strikingly bright eyes, like two of the purest obsidian.
Seeing the young man's awkward expression, she didn't say anything, but simply took the small flower, then tiptoed and gently placed a kiss on his cheek.
boom--
The young man's face flushed instantly, as if the sunset over the entire ocean had burned onto his face.
The girl, like a startled fawn, turned and ran away, leaving behind only a string of silvery laughter echoing in the sea breeze.
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The entire auction hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
No one knew that this so-called "replica" love letter was actually a rare object in itself.
It was created by that meddlesome god who extracted a piece of Poseidon's memory before he became a god and refined it with a wisp of divine thought.
Reading it aloud is not blasphemy, but a re-enactment.
To recreate that most sincere and pure emotion that belongs to "human beings".
The Sea Soul Masters sat there in a daze, their anger long gone, replaced by a complex and warm emotion.
They seemed to see that majestic, sacred god, who before becoming a god, was once a boy who would blush with love and say silly things.
This did not diminish God's image in their hearts; on the contrary, it made the lofty God more flesh-and-blood, more real, and more...lovable.
The mainland Soul Masters, initially embarrassed, were now deeply shocked.
They looked at the little girl on the stage, at the thin letter in her hand, their eyes filled with disbelief.
This is no mere scrap of paper! It is clearly a living history, a past sealed away by the gods!
Poseidon's eyes had become slightly moist without her noticing.
As she gazed at the image that had long since vanished into the void, she seemed to see the happiness and glory of that ancestor, passed down through her bloodline.
She slowly rose to her feet, her azure eyes sweeping across the room, her voice clear and solemn.
"This item belongs to my Seagod Island."
Her voice broke the silence, like a pardon, bringing all the Sea Soul Masters back to their senses.
Ning Rongrong also broke free from that wonderful state of mind. She glanced at the completely different reactions of the crowd below the stage, and then at her senior brother who was giving her an approving look in the distance. She pouted, but the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
She raised the auction gavel and tapped it on the table, drawing everyone's attention.
"【Poseidon's First Love Letter (Reissue)】, now up for auction."
She paused, then announced the price—a price that would once again leave everyone speechless—in an unprecedentedly calm tone.
Starting bid: one gold soul coin.
The entire venue fell silent once again.
But this time, no one laughed or questioned it.
One Gold Soul Coin.
The price itself is a statement.
Its value cannot be measured in money.
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