This… This isn’t quite what I imagined, is it?

Although I lightly pinched him, showing my disapproval of his words.

In reality… I secretly felt happy.

Not even my birth parents had ever spoken up for me or considered me like he did.

Xie Yu, however, could easily see through that tiny bit of resentment I’d buried so deep that even I barely noticed it.

Xie Yu left when Ze Ling came in, seemingly not too fond of her.

As soon as Ze Ling saw me, she joyfully told me some good news.

“Sis, there’s a spot for an ascended High God at the end of the year. I’ve already arranged everything for you, you’re finally going to make it!”

When Ze Ling was little, she was actually very dependent on me.

She didn’t care about the successor selection; any place was fine for her.

So, in contrast, I felt a little inferior to Ze Ling.

She didn’t have any complex thoughts at all, while I, chosen as the River God’s successor, developed some negative emotions.

I didn’t go to see Ze Ling off the day she ascended to heaven with the Goddess of a Hundred Flowers. She and her master waited for a long time but I never showed up.

Then she left in a huff, saying she’d never see me again.

Actually, I was hiding behind a nearby tree the whole time, watching her leave.

Ze Ling also didn’t expect that her momentary fit of pique would actually lead to her not having a chance to see me for nearly five hundred years due to her cultivation.

Later, when we finally had a chance to meet, compared to me, who was bored out of my mind.

As the most important Goddess of a Hundred Flowers, she was practically working like a dog.

Later, seeing my lukewarm attitude, she also felt a bit disheartened, and gradually, we didn’t see each other much anymore.

Actually, I knew I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let my resentment towards our parents affect Ze Ling.

Now that I think about it, I was just jealous of Ze Ling.

Jealous that she was a favored child of heaven.

Jealous that her journey as a deity was more exciting and lively than mine.

Ze Ling saw me bringing out snacks and fruits all over the room and suddenly laughed: “Sis, you look like you have some human vitality now.”

But I panicked a little: “Huh? Will my divine power weaken then?”

Ze Ling took a bag of potato chips and ate them: “No, what I mean is.

“You seem to be in love.”

This… this feels a bit different from what I imagined, doesn’t it?

Although I gave him a light pinch to show I didn’t agree with his words,

In reality… I felt a secret sense of happiness.

Even my own birth parents never spoke up or considered things for me the way he did.

Yet Xie Yu could easily see through the deep-seated resentment I’d hidden so well that even I barely noticed it.

When Ze Ling came in, Xie Yu walked away; he didn’t seem to like her much.

As soon as Ze Ling saw me, she happily shared some good news.

“Sister, there’s a spot for ascension to High God at the end of the year. I’ve pulled some strings for you; you’re finally going to get ahead!”

When Ze Ling was little, she was actually very dependent on me.

When it came time to choose successors, she didn’t care; she was fine going anywhere.

So, if anything, I felt a little bit inferior to Ze Ling.

She didn’t have a single complicated thought, whereas I, having been chosen as the successor to the River God, ended up with negative emotions instead.

The day Ze Ling went up to the heavens with the Goddess of Flowers, I didn’t go to see her off. She and her master waited a long time but never saw me.

Then she left in a huff, saying she never wanted to see me again.

In truth, I had been hiding behind a nearby tree, watching her leave.

Ze Ling never expected that her impulsive words would actually result in her having no chance to see me for nearly five hundred years due to her cultivation.

Later, when we finally could meet, compared to me, who was bored out of my mind,

She, as the most important Goddess of Flowers among all things, was busy as a dog.

Eventually, she grew cold toward my lukewarm attitude, and we gradually stopped seeing each other.

Actually, I know I was in the wrong; I shouldn’t have let my resentment toward my parents spill over onto Ze Ling.

Thinking about it now, I realize I was just jealous of Ze Ling.

Jealous that she was heaven’s favored daughter.

Jealous that her journey as a deity was more exciting and lively than mine.

Seeing me filling the room with snacks and fruit, Ze Ling suddenly laughed: “Sister, you look more ‘human’ now.”

I panicked a little: “Huh? Will my divine power weaken because of that?”

Ze Ling grabbed a bag of chips and started eating: “No, what I mean is,”

“It looks like you’re in love.”