"You're so silly, really so silly, so silly! What if you get lost in the universe? What if that bit of your divine consciousness dissipates?"
In this lifetime, Tang San had never told Pretty Girl that he came to this plane to find her at the cost of emotional sacrifice. He also never told her that the fall of the First-Generation God King could very well just dissipate in the universe.
What cost he had paid to find her, Pretty Girl did not know, but how could Xiaowu, who had been with him for so many years, not understand what he had done.
"Without you, what's the meaning of eternal life?" Tang San gently smiled, lightly stroking her long hair. Just like that, he bathed in the thunder, braiding her long hair into the beloved scorpion braid she adored in her past life.
His movements were gentle and familiar. His face was filled with endless affection for her.
His Xiaowu had finally returned, returned...
