Su Zhiruan abruptly sat up.
The next moment, a slender hand gently encircled her wrist, the man's eyes filled with grievance, "Ruanruan."
Indeed, Su Zhiruan was an ancient Supreme God, a revered Creator God, and the Mother Goddess, master of all things.
Yet, faced with such a striking scene, she was still a bit flustered.
Who is the Heavenly Dao?!
The natural law of heaven and earth, the order of the universe, should be a cold and indifferent god.
But now it was also him who held her wrist with reddened eyes.
"Who are you?" Su Zhiruan deliberately asked him, "From which lifetime's mission target are you?"
"It's all me." The sense of fragmentation around Heavenly Dao was heavy, as if afraid Su Zhiruan would abandon him, he quickly sat by her side, his hand still holding her wrist, the gesture was gentle, just encircling, but carried with it a sense of undeniable determination, "Every time I've come for you."
