Capítulo 1091: Chapter 714: Our Daughter Is Nad Sophie
In the Immortal Realm, above the Fake Moon.
Amidst the vast and boundless sea of flowers, two figures are strolling hand in hand.
“Darling, have you beco a True God now?”
Floey turns her head, her purple eyes squinting with a smile and curiosity.
“Hmm.”
Chen Lun’s gaze falls on his wife, eting hers.
He smiles, gently lifting Floey’s hand to his cheek.
“Now, you’re touching a True God, how does it feel?”
“A True God…”
Floey murmurs, her smile widening.
Her fingers move slightly, carefully touching her husband’s flawless face, feeling utterly unreal.
She recalls their first eting, where he was just a malnourished young mortal, curled up in the corner of a cell.
And now, he has beco a True God at the end of the Sequence.
“It feels wonderful…”
Floey says softly.
She gazes into her husband’s eyes, in those black pupils are engraved pale infinite symbols, as if they could swallow her gaze, drawing her into an endless world where everything’s developnt and endings constantly unfold.
Suddenly, she feels a warm palm covering her face, blocking her view, then a deep magnetic voice says:
“Don’t look too long, it might leave you lost in Destiny…”
A few seconds later, the palm moves away.
Floey awakens as if from a dream, responds with a hum, and obediently lowers her gaze slightly to her husband’s nose, softly saying:
“I seem to see many people, many things… are those the visions of the future?”
“Not just the future, but also the past and present, even every possibility.”
Chen Lun replies softly.
Reluctantly nodding in understanding, Floey, full of anticipation, asks again:
“Darling, did you see our future? How many children will we have? Will we continue living in the Immortal Realm, or sowhere else? Will we… still be as happy as ever?”
Chen Lun is montarily stunned.
In truth, upon ascending to godhood and fully wielding Destiny, all things in the world appear to him as leaves with clear veins, nothing can be hidden from him…
Except for his own line of Destiny, which is about to reach an unknown region, shrouded in darkness, silent and deep, where nothing is visible.
This indicates that what awaits him is the most terrifying unknown.
“Of course I saw it.”
Chen Lun smiles.
Floey’s eyes light up, she wraps her arms around her husband’s waist, resting her head on his chest, listening intently.
She only hears him say:
“We will have only one child, a daughter.”
“A daughter?”
“Yes, our daughter is nad Sophie.”
“Sophie Spett… what a beautiful na.”
Floey raises her head, her smile filled with a bright dawn.
“Then she will be the happiest child in the world.”
“Yes, and you will be the happiest wife…”
Chen Lun embraces Floey’s shoulders from behind, confidently describing the future:
“The Immortal Realm is not our only ho, we will travel often, appreciate the beauty of various places in Anita, visit the Outer Continent to experience exotic views… and even venture to other worlds.”
“What a wonderful life that would be…”
Floey is full of longing.
She can’t help but rise on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck, delivering a kiss, then whispers:
“Darling, Floey can’t wait to et little Sophie.”
Chen Lun smiles softly, not refusing.
He wraps his arms around Floey’s waist, and with her joyful squeal, they tumble into the vibrant sea of flowers…
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Ti turns, ten days have passed.
During these ten days, Chen Lun hasn’t gone anywhere, staying on the Fake Moon in the Immortal Realm, keeping Floey company.
The two are inseparable like lovestruck lovers, leaving footprints in every corner of the vast Fake Moon.
One day Floey asks about the story Chen Lun told when they were trapped in the cell, about the pangolin and the seven gourd angels, whether it’s real.
Chen Lun rely smiles, saying it was just a story he made up.
Floey’s ethereal and serene laughter, like clear bells, lingers on and on.
For the two of them, it is an unforgettable ti.
One morning.
Floey, wearing an apron, brings breakfast and hot milk to the flower shop on the ground floor of Number 7 Denton Street, where a tall figure in a white shirt leans lazily against a chair by the window.
She glances at her husband, feeling an unspeakable sense of peace.
“Darling, breakfast is here.”
Just after setting down the plate and milk glass, Floey sees her husband snap his fingers, and a bouquet of splendid white roses appears in his hand.
Only when the sweet fragrance reaches her does she snap back to reality as the exquisite white roses are presented before her.
“Thank you for the delicious food.”
Chen Lun chuckles lightly.
Floey happily accepts the white roses, bending down to peck her husband’s cheek.
“Thank you.”
Then, the two dine in the brilliant dawn.
After breakfast, Floey leans in her husband’s arms, lanting:
“Darling, I don’t know why, but I used to always feel you were so lonely.”
“Really… perhaps my loneliness was so I could et your loneliness at the right ti and empathize with it… just like two solitary stars, drawn to each other in the dark.”
Floey listens to the whispered words, smiling.
“Do you rember our first New Year together? I was still blind then, wishing upon a shooting star, telling you I saw the light…”
“Yes, of course, I rember.”
Chen Lun responds softly.
Floey lifts her eyes, cupping her husband’s face.
“In fact, I was saying a secret in my heart, amidst the prolonged darkness, in the past and the future, you are my only light… and indeed, you are.”
Chen Lun is montarily taken aback.
Then his expression softens.
“If I am the light, only you can see it, otherwise my light is aningless.”
Floey’s smile blooms brilliantly.
She bites her lip, unable to hide her joy, and softly says:
“Darling, I’m really just saying all this to tell you good news… I’ve felt little Sophie’s soul wave.”
“Hmm?”
Chen Lun raises an eyebrow.
A complex mixture of emotions surges in his heart.
Floey takes his hand, placing it on her lower abdon, smiling:
“As you said, a lovely daughter…”
In that instant, Chen Lun feels a strong sense of fate, a fate not caused by others, but emanating from within him.
The probability of a being of his stature having offspring is extrely slim, especially a True God.
Although he could exert his power and forcefully alter Destiny for Floey to bear offspring, Chen Lun resists such imposed fate.
Yet things happen so coincidentally and naturally.
As if everything is destined.
“Our daughter, Sophie…”
Chen Lun murmurs softly.
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