Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"My name is Su Chen."

"As for other issues... I'll tell you about them later."

That clear, cool, yet slightly awkward, boyish voice still seemed to linger in my ears, gently connecting dreams with reality.

Nan Xiang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings unfolding, and she slowly opened her eyes.

At first, her eyes were misty with a layer of water vapor, as if she had just awakened from a dream of ten thousand years. But soon, that layer of water vapor settled down, transforming into an extreme clarity and profundity, as if reflecting the turning of the stars and the birth and death of the universe.

She has returned, not only physically awakened from a long slumber, but also her soul completely returned to its rightful place through a memory spanning millennia.

The "cursed body" that had haunted her for countless years and had been tempered through ninety-nine lifetimes had now vanished without a trace.

Instead, she possessed a harmonious, transparent, and ever-renewing power—a complete awakening of her primordial and chaotic bloodline, and a rebirth after enduring countless tribulations.

She languidly sat up, wrapped in a soft, cloud-like quilt. Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, making her light pink nightgown appear even more delicate. This blended strangely with the radiant, goddess-like aura that gradually emerged after her awakening.

His gaze, habitually and with a touch of tender expectation, fell upon the table carved from millennia-old warm jade by the window of the sleeping quarters.

On the table, near the openwork carved window frame, there was a roughly square, light blue jade basin.

The basin is deep in color, as if it were a piece of frozen dark night sky, with natural, fine lines like the veins of a nebula.

In the pot, there was no rare or exotic plant, only a single plant standing quietly.

The slender stem, a nearly translucent, ethereal blue, is resilient and upright, supporting a single flower bud. And at this moment, the bud, which has remained silent for millennia, always reserved and tightly closed, is slowly blooming in a way that is visible to the naked eye and almost miraculous.

The petals unfold layer by layer, the inner side a deep and mysterious dark purple, like the color at the roots of Su Chen's long hair, containing endless nothingness and primordial power.

This deep purple gradually blends and transitions into a profound blue from the inside out. The blue becomes brighter towards the outside, until the tip of the petal is a dazzling, deep blue that seems to condense starlight and aurora.

—Dark purple and deep blue acacia lotus.

Its name, like the name itself, is engraved with a past that only she and he could understand.

The floodgates of memory burst open, and a cool breeze, unique to the Land of Sin and imbued with the aura of destruction and annihilation, blew back to ten thousand years ago.

Back then, she was still that little girl who always loved to sneak off to the Sea of ​​Sin and chatter incessantly to that "big rock".

Once, gazing at that desolate land filled with nothing but round meteorites and dark currents of energy, she muttered with childlike pity and curiosity:

"Su Chen, Su Chen, why isn't there even a blade of grass or a flower here? It would be nice if there were some other colors."

Beside her, the figure of a boy formed from a dark blue stone stood quietly, his purple eyes lowered, falling on her slightly disappointed face.

He didn't speak, but silently extended his finger, forcing out a drop of bright red blood from his fingertip.

The blood droplet did not appear terrifying; on the contrary, it contained indescribable fragments of the laws of destruction and life, belonging to the very source of the Sea of ​​Sin, shimmering with light and possessing a breathtaking beauty.

Seeing this, Nan Xiang had a sudden inspiration and quickly bit her fingertip, squeezing out a drop of pale golden blood that was a fusion of chaos and primordial origin.

Two drops of blood, one crimson and one pale gold, slowly dripped onto an ordinary lotus seed that she had obtained from the Primordial Spirit Mother Goddess at some unknown time and had always carried with her. Under her curious and focused gaze, the blood slowly fell onto the seed.

Something strange happened.

The moment the seed came into contact with the blood, it trembled slightly, and its surface was quickly covered with a halo of interwoven dark blue and deep purple light. From inside, there was a faint crackling sound, like a shell breaking.

A new life force, neither purely vitality nor purely destruction, but a wondrous fusion of the two, permeated from within the seed.

"Use the soil here to nourish it."

Su Chen withdrew his hand, his voice still cold, yet carrying a subtle gentleness.

Nan Xiang held the "mutated" seed in her palm like a precious treasure, and carefully planted it in the flowing blue jade basin she had specially found, using soil from the center of the Sea of ​​Sin, near the dark blue stone.

Since that day, she brought this special "flower" back to the Chaos Land and placed it by the window in Mu Nangong's palace, where her breath was closest to her.

She nurtured it with the purest chaotic energy, and would occasionally drip in a drop of her own blood, as if protecting a fragile dream.

However, as ten thousand years passed and ninety-nine reincarnations took place, this lotus remained dormant, showing no signs of blooming or even sprouting.

It was like a stubborn guardian, silently accompanying her as she left and returned time and time again, carrying her hopes that she herself had never fully understood.

Until she completed her ninety-ninth transmigration mission, completely resolved her cursed body, and her soul and body fully merged, awakening from her long period of recuperation and slumber—

It bloomed.

At this moment, when she dreams of their first encounter and remembers his name, at this moment when her new life begins.

Nan Xiang, her bare, jade-like feet treading on the cool yet warm chaotic crystal floor, walked step by step towards the window. The blooming, deep purple and azure acacia lotuses, bathed in the soft, chaotic light filtering through the windowpane, shimmered with a dreamlike glow; each petal seemed to carry the weight of millennia of waiting and vows.

An indescribable, overflowing, and scalding joy, like a warm current, instantly surged through my limbs and bones, almost overflowing.

Her first instinct was to pick up the pot of acacia flowers that had finally bloomed and rush somewhere to show them to someone.

"Master! Master! You're awake!"

A soft, adorable voice, filled with surprise, rang in my mind—it was the system Spring Roll.

A white, curly-furred ball of fur appeared out of nowhere, excitedly bouncing around her feet.

"You slept for a long time! How are you feeling? Is your 'cursed body' completely cured...? Wow! This flower! It's bloomed?!"

Spring Roll's exclamation calmed Nan Xiang's impulsive emotions slightly.

She took a deep breath. Yes, there was no need to rush.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the twists and turns of ninety-nine lifetimes have all become the past. Between him and her, they are no longer at a stage where they need to prove anything based on a momentary impulse.

What she needs is to be in the best possible light for this reunion she has waited for for millennia.

"Yes, it's open."

Nan Xiang's lips curved into a smile, bright and warm. Her fingertips gently brushed against the cool, smooth petals of the acacia, feeling the essence within them that shared the same origin as herself and Su Chen.

"Spring roll, can you take a look at this for me?"

She turned and walked toward the huge water mirror inside the hall.

The girl in the mirror had exquisite features and was exceptionally beautiful. The ice-blue snowflake mark on her forehead was even more translucent, flowing with a mysterious Taoist charm.

Having weathered many trials, she shed all her childhood naivety and matured into a goddess with grace and majesty. Only her eyes remained bright and clear, reflecting the joy and anticipation in her heart.

Instead of choosing an overly elaborate and elaborate goddess gown, she opted for a crimson dress.

This red is different from the fiery red of her childhood; it has a touch of calm and brightness, like the glow of time settling, making her fair skin appear even more radiant.

The dress is simple yet flowing, with wide sleeves that sway gracefully like flowing clouds, exuding natural elegance.

His gaze fell on a simple, antique-style hairpin in the dressing case.

The hairpin is a deep, dark black, as if it has absorbed the essence of the eternal night, but it is cleverly inlaid and outlined with the veins of several vibrant green leaves, which are clear and lifelike.

The hairpin appears simple, yet it exudes a calming and unwavering aura that keeps one from being distracted by external things, much like the legendary Lost Valley Wood that can guide one's way and help one remember their way home.

——Yan Nan hairpin.

Her fingertips touched the cool hairpin, and a distant yet warm memory instantly surfaced.

That was her third life, and the sixth world she had ever been to. She was a silly little Taoist priest who had lost her sight for some reason and lived alone in a mountain cabin. He was the one who had transformed into the beautiful and virtuous flower fairy "Yan Chen" to accompany her.

On her eighteenth birthday, she thought she would be alone again, but he gave her this carefully prepared gift.

She remembered fumbling for the hairpin, feeling the unique wood grain and cool touch on her fingertips, and asking curiously:

"Is this the hairpin you gave me?"

Yes. It's a birthday gift for you.

"I feel this hairpin is very special. Its aura is somewhat like... the misty valley in Zhaoyao Mountain."

He didn't deny it at the time, but gently asked in return, "Why do you feel this way?"

She already understood, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

He replied, "It's not hard. I should treat myself well on my eighteenth birthday."

She nodded, a shallow dimple appearing on her face, her expression a mixture of cautious probing and anticipation:

"Then help me."

He didn't refuse. He took the hairpin and gently tied it into her hair, inserting it between her fingers. She could feel the care and tenderness in his touch.

"suitable for you."

"Thank you. Did you make this?" she asked.

He must be. She smiled again and genuinely praised, "You're amazing."

Through subsequent conversations, she learned that this hairpin could not only emit light in the dark, but also help its owner dispel illusions and never get lost.

She asked him the name of the hairpin, and he told her to choose one herself.

"It doesn't have a name, so you can think of one."

His gaze was as gentle as ever. Although she couldn't see it, she could imagine the spring water surging and shimmering in those crimson eyes.

She pondered for a moment, her expression a mixture of shyness and determination:

"Let's call it 'Yannan Hairpin'."

He responded immediately, his voice full of indulgence and joy: "Okay."

On that special birthday, as night fell and the stars filled the sky, in the quiet little house, she mustered her courage and asked him for a hug.

"Yanchen, can I have a simple hug?"

The girl's eyes were pure, though dim and lifeless, but her clean, doll-like face held a fatal attraction for him.

They hugged each other gently, then separated for a moment, but in that instant, their hearts were so close that the fleeting touch felt like eternity.

Pulling her thoughts away from warm memories, Nanxiang picked up the Yannan hairpin, which carried the pure emotions of her third life, and skillfully tied up her long black hair, securing it with only this hairpin.

Her hair was black, and she wore a scarlet dress with a touch of emerald green. The dress was simple yet elegant, perfectly matching her current state of mind. This hairpin not only guided her but also connected her to their original aspirations that transcended reincarnation.

She looked in the mirror again, and after confirming that everything was correct, she turned around, took a deep breath, and pushed open the heavy and magnificent door of Mu Nangong Palace.