The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

People who care about each other.

Just like a boy in love, clumsy but sincere in giving everything.

Breakfast in the early morning, umbrella on a rainy day, listening to you late at night, every detail says that I care about you.

But people will get tired eventually.

One-way giving is like a well that is constantly being drained; even the deepest love will eventually dry up.

Until one day, the girl stood on tiptoe to wipe the sweat from his forehead and put ice water on his sunburned neck.

It turns out that caring for each other is never about who is saving whom, but that the two hearts finally find the same frequency.

Theresa's efforts are always one step faster than her memories.

She didn't dare stop.

If she hesitated for a moment, the cries that she had deliberately forgotten would catch up with her.

They wrapped around her ankles like a thorn in her flesh, turning into thorns in every silent night, piercing the armor she thought was indestructible.

So she could only run, as if if she ran fast enough, she could leave the past behind forever.

But just look back, even for a moment.

Those who chased her never meant to drag her back into the dark abyss.

But it was so that when she finally allowed herself to fall, he could kindly step forward and comfort her.

Yeah...she's really easy to please.

The peach tree is young and flourishing, with four leaves, which brings happiness.

The lotus' heart remains unchanged, and the crane's wings follow the wind.

Dirt blocks the sun, and growth faces the sun.

Wave towards the dawn and welcome tomorrow.

The world is in tatters, and Xiao Te is making all the changes.

The warmth hidden deep in the folds of memory never disappears.

They were like fragments of stars, still stubbornly glowing in her darkest moments.

Theresa's golden pupils gradually brightened, as if the morning sun were awakening deep within them.

How is this selfish?

She wanted to do it, so she did it.

She remembered and wanted to protect it.

She has been loved, so she must continue to be loved.

Humans are stupid.

From the first ape-man's clumsy attempt to preserve fire to the present day, rebuilding the thousandth civilization on the ruins.

They never learn when enough is enough.

They carved incomprehensible symbols on stone, cast bronze scepters destined to decay, and used their smartest minds to calculate how to kill each other more efficiently.

They started a war for a handful of wheat and stopped it for a line of poetry.

But it was this stupidity that prevented them from escaping for their lives when the flood came.

Let them break their last loaf of bread into thirds when they are starving.

Even though they knew there was little hope, they still planted apple trees on the eve of doomsday.

Theresa suddenly laughed out loud, and the eternal fire flickered in her golden eyes.

Yes, humans are hopelessly stupid.

But how can we talk about a good life without the existence of human beings?

All she did was not forgiveness, but incidental.

I can only say that I was lucky.

But... it's not enough...

"Thank you. I feel much better."

Theresa lowered her eyes and stared at the badge on her palm, her bright golden eyes flowing along the metal lines.

This was a recognition that belonged only to her, and it was the sincerity that Akzhan had brought to her after overcoming countless thorns.

"Crack!"

The shattering sound was sharp and piercing.

"You crazy girl?!"

Akzhan's pupils contracted violently, and he even forgot to close his wide-open mouth.

He watched those meticulously carved runes crumble to dust between the girl's fingers, as if all his hard work had become a ridiculous joke.

"Give me yours too."

Theresa opened her palms, and the metal fragments slipped through her fingers like stardust.

Akzan instinctively took a half step back and held the badge on his chest tightly.

"Don't even think about it! Even if you go crazy, I'll keep this as a souvenir!"

The girl suddenly raised the corners of her mouth.

Akzhan's eyes blurred and his palm suddenly felt light.

The badge had appeared in Theresa's hand, and was lightly turning it between her fingertips.

"Who cares about those fake lights?"

"Crack!"

The second badge shattered with a clang. But before the metal fragments hit the ground, pure golden flames suddenly burst forth from Theresa's palm.

The light particles intertwined and entwined like living things, gradually condensing into the outline of a new badge.

There is no complicated coat of arms of the Holy See, only two simple arcs of light that look like a smiling face.

"Give."

She slapped the still-hot badge into Akjan's stiff palm.

“This is the real light.”

Akzhan stared blankly at the badge in his palm, which was as warm as a small sun and still retained the warmth of the girl's fingertips.

“I don’t need other people’s approval to prove anything.”

When Theresa turned around, the ends of her hair swept across a dazzling golden arc.

"But if it's you... I allow you to carry my light."

"Then I'll accept it."

A ruffian smile finally appeared at the corner of Akzan's mouth, and he solemnly put the glowing badge into the lining of his leather jacket.

The place where he usually only kept cigarettes.

"how about yours?"

He tilted his head and asked casually.

Theresa suddenly placed her palm on her chest, and ripples appeared in her golden eyes.

"Mine...it's taken root here." She tapped her fingertips against her heart. "It's more secure than any medal."

"Tsk, how infuriating! I saved the world and no one knows about it. There's not even a proper ceremony to commend me."

Akzan drawled suddenly, his hands lazily resting behind his head.

"At least there should be a pretty girl presenting flowers, right?"

Theresa laughed softly.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of Akzhan's leather jacket, and in his astonished gaze, she pinned a sunflower that had bloomed at some unknown time on his collar.

"Now there is."

The sunflower was woven from pure light, and fine golden rays flowed around the edges of its petals.

Akzan stared down at the incongruous flower on his chest, his Adam's apple rolling unconsciously.

"Who sends flowers or sunflowers? And you can't call you a pretty girl? You're just a little village girl."

He deliberately put on a stern face, but his fingertips carefully avoided the halo, for fear of breaking up this illusory gift.

"I'm happy with it, what's the problem?" Theresa raised her chin slightly. "It won't wither anyway."

Their eyes met in mid-air, and some indescribable emotions suddenly burst out.

They turned their faces away at the same time, but still couldn't help bursting out in laughter.

As the laughter died down, Theresa put her hands behind her back and tilted her head to look at the so-called handsome man in front of her.

"I suddenly realized that I didn't know more about you... It's a bit regrettable."

"It's better not to know."

Upon hearing this, Akzan scratched his messy hair and deliberately put on an exaggerated smug expression.

"Especially for a handsome guy like me, knowing too many secrets can lead to..."

"What will happen?"

Akzan pretended to cough and took a half step back.

"It will destroy the perfect image of me in your mind. Some stories... are better left to poets to sing."

"This unknown tomorrow is indeed fascinating. You can never guess what will happen in the next second."

Akzan looked down at the slightly trembling hand on his chest.

Tiny particles of light were slowly drifting away from the edge of his skin.

"Handsome Akjan... I'm going to miss you."

"Little Tracy... then remember to come home often."

"it is good."