The reason she could sit calmly and talk to Nanrong Jinghua now was because she had learned the truth about what happened back then from that old man, Tiandao.
He didn't choose to forget or let go of all feelings for the two of them; rather, he knew that only in this way could the curse of their love—that the flower and its petals could never meet—be broken.
After becoming a god, he needed to cleanse his mind and learn from the Buddha, which caused him to miss the opportunity to go to the divine realm to find him. When he emerged, he had already been sealed away by that old man from the Heavenly Dao and made into an emotionless NPC.
She has been an NPC for millions of years, and he has been traversing the void and searching for her for millions of years in countless realms, but they are ultimately gods and demons, and those realms do not belong to them, so they cannot meet.
Finally, in a moment of idleness and by chance, he wrote down this interface, and then used his divine sense to conjure up his father and several elder brothers.
That led him here; as for himself, he was deliberately kicked in by that old man from the Heavenly Dao under some pretext.
Don't ask, the answer is that the old man of Heaven felt guilty and intentionally brought the two of them together again.
"Jinghua, I already know." Helian Si felt that although he had traversed the void and searched for her for millions of years, he was indeed very moved.
But if he had spoken to me properly back then, none of these misunderstandings would have happened, and countless years wouldn't have been wasted...
No, that's not right either. It's better not to say it. If it weren't for that misunderstanding back then, she wouldn't have been able to use her divine sense to conjure up her father and several brothers.
Nan Rong Jinghua's slightly lowered eyelids suddenly lifted, her deep, starry eyes looking at Helian Si, sparkling like a thousand stars.
Seeing him like this, and recalling all that had happened over the millennia, Helian Si felt a lump in his throat and got off the soft couch.
He walked up to Nan Rong Jinghua, gently pulled her into his arms, his voice choked with emotion, low and soft.
I miss you so much.
Helian Si could feel Nan Rong Jinghua's tall body tremble, but before he could say anything to comfort her, she was too shocked.
The next second, she was pulled into a strong yet not gentle embrace, and a low, hoarse, slightly aggrieved voice sounded from above her head.
"You forgot me in the snow-capped mountains."
"Huh?" Helian Si was stunned for a moment, not quite reacting. He pulled his face out of Nan Rong Jinghua's arms, meeting those deep silver eyes in confusion.
“I waited for you for a long time in the snow-capped mountains. I thought that maybe you would remember me someday, stop blaming me, and come back to find me.”
Helian Si opened his mouth, cupped the face of the goddess Nanrong Jinghua in his hands, his beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"So you've been in the snow-capped mountains since that day?"
After all these years, is this person a fool? Before she awakened, wasn't she quite calm and composed in the face of adversity?
"Um."
Nan Rong Jinghua's silver eyes, which seemed to hold the light of a thousand stars, gazed at Helian Si, her divine face filled with a look of grievance.
Helian Si was both amused and exasperated. "I didn't see you because I thought you couldn't stand my cold attitude and went back to the God Realm to be your Nanrong Immortal Lord... Ugh!"
An unexpected kiss swept over him, overwhelming him with the ecstatic joy of a long-awaited reunion and the tender longing that had lingered after millennia, seemingly threatening to engulf Helian Si entirely in its tenderness.
He didn't know how much time had passed, so much so that Helian Si felt dizzy from the kisses, when Nanrong Jinghua finally let him go.
"Ah Sheng." Nan Rong Jing Hua still held He Lian Si in her arms, resting her chin on the crook of He Lian Si's neck, and called out softly in a gentle voice.
"Hmm?" Helian Si's cheeks flushed, and he was slightly out of breath. He responded subconsciously.
The handsome god Nan Rong's face curved into a wide smile, and he turned his head, giving Helian Si a tender peck on the cheek.
"It's good that you remembered."
Helian Si was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood. Something touched a soft spot in his heart. He turned around to face Nan Rong Jinghua.
He cupped the face of the goddess Nanrong Jinghua in his hands, gently pressing his forehead against hers. There, he saw a mark identical to hers, only silver-white—a datura flower.
She lowered her head slightly, her delicate red lips, like rose petals, resting on Nan Rongjinghua's clear and handsome lips, giving them a gentle, tender kiss.
"Jinghua, I want to defile you."
Nan Rong suddenly raised her silver eyes, looking directly into Helian Si's eyes. Her eyes burned with passion, yet she dared not be certain if it was real, and dared not make a move.
Helian Si's red lips curved into a wanton smile, and the crimson red spider lilies on his forehead faintly glowed with a bewitching red light. His red lips fell again.
A silvery light shone, enveloping the entire palace. Before nightfall, the room was already filled with tender affection.
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