He moved closer to her uncontrollably, silently concealing her identity as the Sleeping Goddess.
I also faced my own inner self.
She is different from when we first met.
He became much quieter, his brows slightly furrowed, always looking preoccupied.
He always managed to get injured, ending up covered in blood in the middle of nowhere.
He appeared beside her time and time again, but she rejected him once more, just as she had the first time they met.
This time, the complexity of her concerns was even greater.
He had no idea what heavy burden was weighing on her slender shoulders.
He wanted to share the burden with her, but he lacked the status to do so.
He quietly stayed by her side, offering her his shoulder to lean on when she felt helpless.
Once she recovered her composure, she was the strong Song Tingwan again.
He silently stood behind her again, protecting her without a word.
Venerable Yuntian would occasionally ask him if it was worth it.
Of course it's worth it.
He has never liked anyone, nor does he know how others have done it.
But the person he loved had important things to do, to protect her younger sister, and later he found a partner to stand shoulder to shoulder with.
Her heart is only so big, and Shen Zhuochuan doesn't think he can surpass those she cares about.
After all, she is Song Tingwan.
If she truly devoted her heart to him, then she wouldn't be herself.
But he was also a stingy dragon.
When Qin Xi and the others said they wanted to show her other geniuses in the cultivation world, he wasn't afraid, but he also felt inexplicably jealous.
Especially after the two became increasingly intimate.
She wielded her spear under the moonlight, and they shared a farewell kiss.
He had realized long ago that he wasn't the only one who fell in love at first sight.
The man was quite pleased with himself, but in front of her he always knew when to advance and when to retreat, his eyes always filled with affection.
At first, he seemed to be neither competitive nor eager to compete, simply because he was determined.
In the end, he will definitely be the one by her side.
In the end, it was indeed him.
But during the century he lost her, Shen Zhuochuan hated himself every day for not being strong enough.
She still needs to sacrifice herself to save the world.
Later, when he regained his lost possession, he looked at the woman sitting in the tree dressed in demon attire, and his deep-seated love could no longer be concealed.
He no longer silently protected her; he would invite her to kiss him and repeatedly express his love to her.
Later, after A Yao ascended to heaven, they returned to the Dragon Clan together.
His uncles and aunts looked at him with satisfaction and asked, "Is this your wife?"
Shen Zhuochuan nodded and then shook his head, looking at the woman beside him and smiling, "Yes, I am the goddess's husband."
She was first and foremost herself, a compassionate goddess who saved the world, and only then was she his spiritual partner.
She should be radiant, and he is the dragon chasing the light.
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"What are you thinking about?"
The woman, carrying the fragrance of a recent bath, wafted towards us.
The man sitting on the edge of the bed turned around and pulled the person into his arms.
"I miss my wife."
Song Tingwan leaned against his shoulder, looking at the man's still handsome face, and said softly with a smile, "Why do I feel like you've become more and more clingy lately?"
After returning from the Dragon Clan in the Divine Realm, he and his youngest disciple frequently traveled between the Dragon Clan and the Fuxuan Clan.
Until her reputation for superb alchemy spread throughout the divine realm, when others asked him, he proudly said that he was the husband of the Sleeping Goddess.
Although this person, along with A Yao and A Ji, had a reputation that spread throughout the God Realm, it was known for their love of sparring and their belligerent nature.
"Isn't it right for me to stick close to my wife?"
The man hugged her tighter and kissed her bent knuckles.
Song Tingwan withdrew her hand, turned around and got into bed. "You really should let those gods see how clingy you are."
They'll be absolutely stunned.
The man lay down on top of her, affectionately pulling her into his arms and burying his face in the crook of her neck, his words muffled.
"We can't let them see this."
She chuckled and tried to dodge, but the man pulled her back, holding her hands above her head in an intimate and affectionate manner.
"...You bastard."
The woman's voice then became somewhat broken.
The bed curtains swayed.
The ambiguity is boundless.
The beauty of nature is boundless.
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