The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

Shen Yao looked at the scar on his left cheek. It was an irregular oval shape that stretched from his left cheek to his jaw. The scar was a mix of brown and pink, and it was uneven.

It's true that she loves beauty, but she doesn't think Feng Yu's scars are ugly.

This scar was inflicted to protect her.

Even if it wasn't to protect her, he was still the husband she had chosen. The scar wasn't unsightly.

In her eyes, Yunhe was always beautiful, and what she possessed was the best.

She reached out and touched his scars, which were his tangible expressions of love for her.

Feeling a slight touch on her face, Feng Yu closed her eyes, letting her mind sink into darkness, leaving the decision to fate.

Her gentle voice reached his ears: "Yunhe, in my past life on Blue Star, there was a saying: Scars are a man's medals."

"Men are called male cultivators. In our area, they are collectively referred to as humans, and are divided into men and women according to gender."

"On Earth, the scars left from injuries sustained while protecting others are medals, honors."

Is it an honor? Feng Yu opened his eyes in surprise, and Shen Yao had already kissed the scar on his left cheek.

Her kisses were gentle and light, touching Feng Yu's cheek and jaw, soothing all her worries.

Feng Yu's lips trembled slightly: "Yan Zhou...aren't you disgusted?"

The fairy's peach blossom eyes met his gaze, her eyes filled with tenderness and no disgust: "How could it be disgusting? It doesn't affect your handsomeness at all."

Her pale pink lips uttered the most beautiful words in the world: "Yunhe, I love you."

"My husband, Yanzhou loves you."

Feng Yu's breathing finally became smooth, and the affectionate embrace melted away all her inferiority: "Yanzhou, my wife, I love you too."

The bright moon shines, the mountain pavilion is picturesque, two hearts are in sync, and we will not let the beautiful scenery go to waste.

The charming fairy nestled in her husband's arms, her clear eyes reflecting the jade-white full moon: "Yunhe, I'm actually very worried. If your scars don't heal, your parents and relatives will blame me when we return to Qiwu City."

"Have you been consistently using healing spells every day?"

Feng Yu: "I use it every day, but it has no effect. Perhaps it can't be cured."

Shen Yao: "Don't worry, my husband, I will still love you even if I can't cure you."

Feng Yu's lips curled up: "Even if you don't love me, I'll still cling to you."

Shen Yao cupped his face and kissed him: "Then it's a deal, you absolutely have to stick with me."

After saying that, she felt embarrassed and buried her face in his chest.

It's just a superficial connection; it's hard to find a soulmate.

After cuddling for a while, Shen Yao asked him, "Yunhe, I've never met your parents, and you've never mentioned it. When we got together, did your parents approve?"

Feng Yu said calmly, “My father died shortly after I was born, and my mother also committed suicide. I was raised by my grandfather.”

Shen Yao understood; no wonder he always felt insecure. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's nothing." Feng Yu's warm breath fell on her head: "And you? I've never heard you mention your biological parents."

Shen Yao: "My father died early in my previous life, and I had little contact with my mother, so there's nothing to mention."

"That's all from my past life, it's been too long. Anyway, in this life I have Huo Die, he's no different from my own father."

Feng Yu nodded in agreement: "My father-in-law is indeed a rare and good father in the world."

Shen Yao burst out laughing: "If Dad hears this, he'll be smug again."

She suddenly nestled in Feng Yu's arms and burst into laughter.

The more she thought about it, the funnier it became. She left Feng Yu's embrace and sat back on the cushion, then leaned on the animal skin cushion behind the backrest, clutching her stomach and laughing: "Ouch, I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter!"

Feng Yu was completely bewildered: "What's so funny?"

Shen Yao laughed until her body ached, enduring the pain as she laughed uncontrollably: "You don't know... hahaha... I only called him 'Dad' after he transformed... hahahaha... before... when he was parasitizing the Purple Cloud Golden Beetle, he still spoke with a boyish voice, hahahahaha..."

Feng Yu asked, puzzled, "A boy's voice?"

Shen Yao: "Hahahaha...it's just...like Shi Bao's voice...hahahahahaha..."

"Inside the bug's body... in a boyish voice, make me call you 'Dad,' hahahahahahaha..."

Feng Yu imagined the scene and chuckled softly.

The pale white full moon cast a golden glow, and the night grew deeper.

When Jiang Ming returned home at night and learned that Feng Yu had taken Shen Yao out, he was furious.

The sect had restrictions in place, so he figured they hadn't left the sect and wouldn't be going to crowded places, so he searched for them in secluded spots.

Upon reaching the vicinity of the pavilion, they heard Shen Yao's laughter.

He followed the sound and saw in the distance, in the pavilion under the moonlight, the aloof fairy was laughing heartily. She was lying on a white plush carpet, clutching her stomach, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face.

Jiang Ming's heartstrings were touched again.

The first time I saw her smile was in the view room of Fairywood City.

She was standing among the osmanthus flowers when she heard her sister call out to her. She turned around and responded with a bright smile.

After that... he rarely saw her smile anymore.

She would glare at him with disgust whenever she saw him.

Even after spending months together in the Thunderous Realm, until they formed a bond, she only smiled at him.

This is the first time I've ever seen someone laugh to the point of tears like this.

Jiang Ming stopped in his tracks, not daring to disturb her happiness.

He watched her smile quietly, gazing at the fairy-like woman in her pale yellow dress, before clutching his stomach and sliding down from the backrest to the floor: "Oh dear, I can't take it anymore, I can't laugh, my body hurts...it hurts..."

Wearing a black outfit and with messy hair, Feng Yu helped her up from the ground, his voice both doting and anxious: "Stop laughing, Yanzhou, or you'll be in too much pain."

She lay on top of him, panting, trying her best to suppress her laughter.

Feng Yu wasn't even wearing a mask.

Doesn't she mind the scar on his face?

Jiang Ming is so jealous!

He longed to return to the time before he attacked the Spirit Herb Sect, to take her away first, and then find Sect Leader Heng.

It's a pity that time can't turn back.

He took out an overcoat, draped it over his hand, and walked toward the pavilion, trying to make his intrusion seem more legitimate.

Shen Yao's emotions gradually calmed down, but she couldn't help but smile.

Feng Yu asked her with concern, "Does your body still hurt?"

Shen Yao said in a coquettish voice, "It hurts, it hurts even when I'm not smiling."

Feng Yu sighed helplessly, "Should we go back?"

Shen Yao stretched her body, shifted her feet, frowned and hissed softly. She couldn't walk; it still felt like walking on a knife's edge.

Feng Yu: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Shen Yao held his arm: "Yeah, taking a step feels like stepping on a knife's edge."

Feng Yu was about to hug her when Jiang Ming appeared at an inopportune moment, holding his coat.

The couple watched him warily.

Ignoring their stares, Jiang Ming casually draped his coat over Shen Yao's shoulders: "Let's go back, it's chilly at night."

Shen Yao took off her coat and handed it back to him: "Your clothes don't suit me."

Jiang Ming draped the cloak back over her shoulders: "It doesn't matter if it fits or not, as long as it keeps you warm."

Shen Yao returned it to him, took out a garment from her storage ring and put it on: "I have my own."

Jiang Ming could only put his coat away, glaring at Feng Yu with hostility, staring at the scar on his face and muttering, "So ugly, yet you still dare to show it off, your courage is commendable."

Shen Yao was furious and made to hit or scold Jiang Ming, but Feng Yu picked her up and jumped out of the pavilion: "Don't get angry, or your body will hurt."

Shen Yao hugged his neck: "How can I not be angry? He has such a foul mouth."

Feng Yu chuckled: "I don't care, I only care about you."

Tonight, the wild goose boat gave him enough confidence that, regardless of beauty or ugliness, she loved him; their souls were in harmony, and their love would never change.