The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 730 How could it be so similar?
In that world, her relationship with Fu Jinshen had already ended.

He was the one who gave up first; he was the one who chose a different path.

Now she has a new life in this beast world, with beast husbands who love her deeply and whom she loves deeply in return.

Who she's with and what she's been through are no longer Fu Jinshen's concern.

She doesn't need to, and absolutely shouldn't, feel guilty or flustered by any eyes or figure that resemble Fu Jinshen.

That would be disrespectful to the emotions and family she has now.

Thinking this, Bai Wanwan straightened her back, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts and inexplicable emotions in her mind, and continued walking downstairs...

Jin Ying's arm remained in the same supporting posture, suspended in mid-air. Her fingertips seemed to still retain the cool and soft touch of her forearm skin, as well as the mixed fragrance, moisture, and a trace of... the faint scent of another man from last night.

That aura was like an invisible needle, piercing unexpectedly into the deepest recesses of his senses.

He stood still, without moving.

Only when the footsteps were completely out of earshot did Jin Ying slowly and deliberately bring his arm back down from the air.

He lowered his eyes, looking at his well-defined hands, his fingers unconsciously clenching slightly, as if trying to grasp the warmth that had just passed by, or as if trying to crush the unfamiliar feeling that had made his heart clench.

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The warm season is growing stronger, and the sun is generously shining on the earth, dispelling the last trace of the chilly spring.

In the afternoon, several thick and soft animal skin mats were laid out on a clean and flat open space in a corner of the village.

Bai Wanwan, Yin Mei, and Shuang Hua, who was already noticeably pregnant, were enjoying this rare moment of leisure together, basking in the warm sun while busy with their tasks.

They were sewing new season clothes for their rapidly growing little ones.

The sunlight fell on them, outlining a warm and peaceful silhouette.

Yin Mei was skillfully stitching the edges of a leopard-print vest; Shuang Hua was holding a soft, light-colored linen fabric and gesturing as she cut it, her movements slightly clumsy due to her pregnant belly, but her expression was peaceful and content; Bai Wanwan was in charge of decorating the corners of the clothes with colorful bird feathers and smooth pebbles, adding a touch of childlike fun to the simple animal skin clothing.

As they chatted and laughed, Bai Wanwan's gaze would always unconsciously drift towards the distance.

Ember Shadow was repairing the fence near the field with several males.

He was silent yet powerful, and the way he swung the stone hammer had a precise rhythm.

Ever since that inexplicable eye contact and the guilty feeling that morning, Bai Wanwan would subconsciously start observing him.

She watched him furrow his brow as he inspected the wooden stake, watched the sharp lines of his neck as he wiped away sweat, watched the profile of his face when he occasionally looked up at the sky…

Each time, that familiar, heart-pounding sense of disorientation would quietly resurface.

When Ember Shadow senses her gaze and her eyes happen to sweep over, she quickly looks away, pretending to be focused on the feather in her hand. Sometimes, if she can't dodge in time and their eyes briefly meet in the air, she will pretend to ignore it and hastily force a smile to cover it up.

After observing for an unknown amount of time, slightly heavy footsteps approached.

Jiaoyuan walked up to his female cub, his expression complex, his eyes filled with unspoken words.

“Wanwan,” he began, his voice steady as always, yet tinged with a barely perceptible melancholy, “The false Beast God has been eliminated, and the Tiger Clan, under the leadership of your beastmen, is growing stronger every day. They have also protected you very well… It seems there is no need for Father Beast to be here. The Flood Dragon Tribe… ultimately still needs me.”

As he said this, he couldn't help but glance at Shuanghua, who was sitting next to him sewing, seemingly oblivious to everything.

His eyes held a variety of complex emotions.

However, Shuanghua's eyelashes didn't even tremble, let alone look up at him. Her entire mind seemed to be immersed in the soft fabric in her hands and the unborn cub, radiating a peaceful happiness that was completely severed from the past.

Bai Wanwan took in all these subtle movements and sighed inwardly.

When it comes to matters of the heart, you can't force them.

Aunt Shuang has been reborn, and the obsession of her father can only be digested and let go by herself.

As a junior, she was neither able nor willing to interfere.

So she withdrew her gaze, looked at Jiao Yuan, and gave him a polite smile, her tone gentle: "Alright, Father Beast. The Jiaolong Tribe truly cannot do without you. Rest assured and go back; this will always be your home. You are welcome to come again whenever you have time."

Jiaoyuan nodded, taking one last deep look at Shuanghua's still indifferent profile. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately said nothing more.

He turned around, his steps slow and heavy, turning back every few steps, his reluctance almost tangible.

Unfortunately, Shuanghua never looked up once, until his tall figure disappeared at the end of the tribal path and gradually blended into the silhouette of the distant mountains.

The setting sun cast a long shadow of him, making him appear lonely and desolate.

Bai Wanwan turned her head to look at Shuanghua, who stood calmly beside her, and asked softly, "Aunt Shuang, my father... he's gone. Have you... really let go completely?"

Upon hearing this, Shuanghua stopped her needlework, raised her head, and, facing the warm sunset, gave Bai Wanwan an incredibly bright and untroubled smile.

That smile revealed genuine relief and contentment.

“Wanwan,” her voice was soft yet firm, “I now have four beast husbands who truly love and cherish me, and I’m pregnant with the cubs I’ve been longing for. Every day is peaceful and secure. I feel so happy, happier than ever before. Looking back… I just think how incredibly foolish I was to cling to a hopeless relationship back then.”

Listening to her clearly analyze her feelings, with no resentment in her tone, only cherishing the present and bidding a complete farewell to the past, Bai Wanwan understood.

Shuanghua wasn't just pretending to be strong; she had truly emerged from that quagmire and was now basking in the new sunshine.

She will not, and cannot, turn back.

Bai Wanwan's last worry was relieved, and she held Shuanghua's hand: "Aunt Shuang, as long as you feel happy, that's all that matters."

The females were once again immersed in the relaxed atmosphere of sewing and chatting.

As the sun slowly sets in the west, it paints the sky a brilliant golden-red.

Hua Han, who was guarding nearby and responsible for today's protection, estimated the time and strode over, her peach blossom eyes brimming with laughter: "Wanwan, it's getting dark, it's time to go home..."

Bai Wanwan glanced at the sky and realized it was indeed getting late, so she replied, "Okay, I'll head back now."

She began to gather the scattered needles, thread, and unfinished products.

Hua Han immediately stepped forward, took the wicker basket containing various fabrics, feathers, and tools from her hands, and held it steadily in her own hands. Her other hand naturally reached out to her, wanting to help her up.

"Aunt Shuang, Sister Yin Mei, I'll head back now," Bai Wanwan said with a smile to her two companions. "The weather'll be nice tomorrow, so let's continue!"

Taking advantage of the warm season, they plan to prepare several light and beautiful outfits for their children.

"Okay, see you tomorrow!" Yin Mei and Shuang Hua waved goodbye with smiles.

(End of this chapter)