37: Chapter 37 Happiness is All That Matters

Wang Sheng closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her palm resting on the back of his hand and the rhythm of the flowing spiritual energy.

The Power of Holy Light and the Power of Nature converged in their palms, weaving gold and emerald green into a warm ray of light amidst the sunset, slowly seeping into the roots of the golden sun flower.

The golden petals on the crown of the golden sun flower trembled slightly, and spiritual light surged from the stamens, as if the flower were smiling.

"Can you feel it?" Su Mengyao's voice sounded softly in his ear, as warm as a spring breeze.

"I can feel it." Wang Sheng opened his eyes and turned to look at her.

Su Mengyao's face was inches away.

Her emerald green hair flowed like a river of stars in the sunset, and her emerald eyes were like two gemstones bathed in golden light.

Her porcelain-white face was tinged with a faint green hue and a soft blush.

Her lips were slightly parted like delicate pink petals, and her breath carried the sweet fragrance of nectar.

She was so beautiful that he forgot to breathe.

Su Mengyao was also stunned.

She hadn't realized they were so close—close enough for her to see the golden specks of sunset on his eyelashes,

close enough to smell the warm scent of the Power of Holy Light on him, and close enough to feel his breath gently brushing against her cheek.

In that instant, the light in her emerald eyes became like the shimmering golden ripples on the Lingxi River—bright, warm, and overflowing with an indescribable joy and flutter of the heart.

She did not pull back.

Neither did he.

The two stared at each other under the golden sun flower tree for three seconds—three seconds that, amidst the spiritual light of the spirit flowers and the golden glow of the sunset, felt like an eternity frozen in time.

Then, the tips of Su Mengyao's ears turned red. Her emerald eyes hurriedly avoided his gaze, and she lowered her head to look at their intertwined hands.

Her hand was still resting on the back of his; her fair, slender fingers curled slightly, their tips tinged with a faint green and a warm crimson.

"The... the flowers are watered." Her voice was like a clear spring hitting stones, as soft as a breeze carrying the scent of flowers.

"Mn." Wang Sheng slowly withdrew his hand, leaving a trace of warmth as his fingertips slid across the back of her hand.

It was the lingering warmth of the Power of Holy Light—a warmth like afternoon sunlight shining on the skin.

Su Mengyao pulled her hand back into her sleeve, but her fingers curled gently inside; she held that sliver of warmth in her palm as if clutching a flower that would never wither.

At nightfall, Su Mengyao sat alone under the golden sun flower tree in the center of the Spirit Garden.

The silver-blue dome of light flowed in the night like a river of stars, and the silver-blue radiance of the Sanctuary Domain enveloped the Spirit Garden.

The golden spiritual light of the golden sun flowers and the silver-blue radiance intertwined, as if moonlight and sunlight were blooming in the night sky simultaneously.

The flower beds swayed gently in the night breeze, spiritual light flowed between the stamens like stars, and the morning dew on the petals sparkled like crushed diamonds in the spiritual light.

The entire Spirit Garden was so beautiful in the night that it looked like a fairyland existing only in dreams.

Su Mengyao sat by the tree roots with her knees pulled to her chest, her emerald green hair fluttering in the night breeze like a curtain of green gauze.

Her emerald eyes gazed at the myriad stars in the night sky, their light reflected in her pupils like ten thousand specks of crushed silver, as if a galaxy were planted within her eyes.

"The language of the golden sun flower is 'Born for you'." She whispered the words she had spoken earlier that day, her voice so soft that only the spirit insects in the flower beds could hear.

The corners of her mouth curved, and a gentle, water-like smile bloomed in the night, like a spirit flower blooming alone in the darkness, not for anyone else,

but only for that newly confirmed, nectar-sweet joy in her own heart.

She recalled the temperature of his fingertips when he brushed a petal from her hair—gentle, warm, and carrying the unique warmth of the Power of Holy Light.

That temperature still lingered in her emerald green hair, like nectar stuck to a petal, impossible to brush away.

"Wang Sheng..." She softly spoke his name, her voice like a clear spring hitting stones, sounding like a silent song in the night breeze.

In the faint light of the spirit flowers, her emerald eyes were like two gemstones bathed in moonlight,

reflecting the golden spiritual light of the golden sun flowers, the flowing galaxy of the silver-blue dome, and a figure she could no longer banish from her mind.

The flowers in the Spirit Garden swayed gently in the night breeze, like a silent audience listening to a love song belonging only to the flowers and the person.

The golden spiritual light from the crown of the golden sun flower tree cast golden specks onto Su Mengyao's emerald green hair, as if nature itself had woven her a golden crown.

She reached out and lightly touched the petal of a golden sun flower beside her; the petal felt like golden silk against her fingertips, soft and warm, just like his palm.

"Born for you." She whispered again, her emerald eyes curving into two crescents, warm and bright like spring lake water.

The flowers have bloomed. He will come. She can wait.

Su Mengyao pulled her hand back to her chest and curled her fingers; in her palm was that sliver of warmth he had left behind, along with the rhythm of her own heartbeat,

a little faster—not by much, but just enough for her to know that her heart was beating for him.

The night breeze swept through the Spirit Garden, carrying a fragrant wind mixed with the scents of dozens of spirit flowers, as if the Savage Era itself were sighing softly.

The flower beds looked like a flowing sea of stars in the night, with spiritual light dancing between the petals like fireflies.

Su Mengyao sat in the center of the sea of stars, her emerald green hair flowing in the spiritual light like a river of green stars.

She was the mistress of the flowers, and the flowers were her children.

And he was the most precious seed she had planted.

One day, this seed would take root and sprout, blooming into the most beautiful flower in the world.

Su Mengyao closed her emerald eyes, a gentle, water-like smile hanging on her lips as she drifted into a deep sleep amidst the spiritual light of the golden sun flowers.

The night breeze of the Spirit Garden brought her a blanket of floral fragrance, and the spiritual light of the golden sun flowers lit a golden lamp for her.

In her dreams, there was a person whose smile was brighter than all the flowers.

At the other end of the camp, Shen Xun'er stood upon the Ancestral Spirit Altar, enveloped in the silver-blue light of the Moonlight Blessing, her moon-white ritual robes appearing like silver armor in the spiritual radiance.

Her almond-shaped eyes gazed toward the Spirit Garden, where the golden spiritual light of the golden sun flowers shone like a warm star in the night.

And beneath that star was the sweet dreamland that the girl she regarded as a younger sister had just fallen into.

"Mengyao." Shen Xun'er softly spoke the name, her almond eyes curving into two warm crescents.

"Happiness is enough."

The silver-blue light of the Moonlight Blessing drifted gently in the night breeze, as if the moonlight had turned into a silent blessing, scattering toward the Spirit Garden.

The moonlight among the flowers is so gentle.