I am a god, also known to many as the Heavenly Dao.
Since the beginning of ti, when the world was first created, I have known that another Mother Goddess was birthed with .
We were aware of each other’s existence but had never t, nor did we intentionally seek each other out like people do in the mortal realm; we simply acted as though the other did not exist.
The Heavenly Dao and the Mother Goddess created this world, were born from it, but knew little about it, so we often transford into mortals and descended to the world for trials, only to fall into deep slumber after gaining enlightennt.
Day after day passed, until an opportunity arose; she and I descended into the sa Small World simultaneously, and by a twist of fate, we intersected. From initially being at odds, we ca to understand and cherish each other, and amidst the trials, feelings of affection erged.
She was born from the fusion of heaven and earth, sun and moon, innately possessing the gentlest and most expansive love.
I was born from the Heavenly Order, the principles of the great Dao, mastering an impartial balance, adhering to order and law.
But love is a mont outside of order; one day, I found myself unable to look away from her.
A heart without feelings can’t play favorites, but having love, it struggles to grow flesh and blood, interconnected by countless veins, like a predestined red thread that cannot be severed. I beca partial, selfish; I wished to share in the trials with her, journey through various worlds together.
Thus, she beca the system’s Host, while the mission target was , but each ti, even without my mory, I would approach her repeatedly, fall in love with her again and again.
From that mont on, never letting go was impossible.
After being together, she once teased , asking if treating her this way would make others say I was partial.
I did not answer, only kissed her lightly, and the words I couldn’t express, condensed in my heart, surged forth at that mont as if they could engulf everything in the heavens and earth.
—But I was always partial to you.
The Heavenly Dao is the Heavenly Dao, but by her side, I am rely a lover longing for desire, an ordinary person yearning for favor, and sotis, even a person fearing abandonnt due to insecurity; she is naturally heaven’s favored child.
I saw her, and thus saw my own heart.
Love is seeing.
One day, I learned to see, to notice her subtle changes, her fluctuating emotions, her vulnerabilities, her fragility beneath her façade. It was not about flesh and desire, not about pity, nor about wanting anything—just the desire to offer my dusty soul, to fall with her into the depths of the Abyss Valley, to mutually redeem each other. She saw , truly saw , and from that mont, we beca of one heart and soul, never to be separated.
Even though appearances may change countless tis, I saw her heart, her soul, and the many unspeakable things within her.
How difficult it is for two people to resonate from re acquaintances to souls entangled. Thousands, tens of thousands of years ago, when heaven and earth first ford, the universe primordial, everything beginning, she and I were destined to be two lotus blossoms from a single stem.
Perhaps we crossed the arc of ti, traversed ancient chasms, but on a bright and beautiful afternoon, we t again, the clock hands kept moving forward, everything relentlessly marched on, yet I would wait for her at so mont, as I had countless tis, to fall in love with her again.
Love is the anomaly of order. We will walk from the beginning of chaos to the end-day hymn, traverse every Small World, witness all the world’s splendor, fall from the moon into the galaxy’s sea of stars, into every dream that has you.
From now on, until death do us part!
(End of the extra Chapter)
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