CHAPTER 218: A CALM NIGHT 2

Chapter 218: A Calm Night 2

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In the end, despite her brother’s insistence on knowing where she was going or that she should stay a little longer, she left and returned to the secret realm by the evening of the same day.

Although only about a day had passed since then, in the outside world, for her much more time had gone by due to the difference in time.

During all that time, she devoted herself to cultivation, especially because she could feel the fifth stage was getting close. But at some point, without even noticing, she had entered in a trance like state.

Her mind began to recover many of her memory fragments that she hadn’t been able to recall before.

She was so immersed in this state that all the chaos caused by the creation of Lin Xian’s body, which had occurred on the opposite side of the mountain, went completely unnoticed by her.

She had already sunk too deeply into this state, to the point that any external stimulus was entirely ignored by her being.

While outwardly she might have seemed overly focused on her cultivation, inside her mind she was living an entire long life, partly unfamiliar and partly familiar, and the missing pieces of all those visions and images she had begun to recover in this last period were starting to fill in.

At first, she saw a younger version of herself, in what could only be described as a palace with architecture unlike anything human, clearly built by another race, not elves, but something else.

Her general appearance was similar to her current self, only younger. The only exceptions were two small protrusions slightly above her forehead, tiny horns, and slightly pointed ears, similar to those of elves.

Her eyes were the usual violet color, but her pupils were thin as needles, reptilian, a mark of her lineage

She saw faces unfamiliar to her, yet they carried a deep sense of familiarity,

parents, grandparents, uncles, teachers, and so on, a long line of individuals presenting themselves as her life unfolded.

She transitioned from living in that fantastical place to traveling with an elf friend.

Then their group grew with the addition of another human, one who left a deep impression on her.

She watched this girl grow stronger and even tougher in spirit, experiencing life in ways she hadn’t imagined: happiness, sorrow, the loss of loved ones, all shaping a version of herself she didn’t know she had.

Finally, she experienced an even more powerful emotion: love.

These particular memories were vivid and joyful. She saw how a simple friendship evolved into something more, and one memory, in particular, weighed heavily on her.

It was in a large, well, furnished bedroom, clearly belonging to a noble.

The room was spacious and refined, evidently owned by someone of high rank. Pale green silk curtains swayed lightly in the breeze coming from the open balcony, and the delicate fragrance of flowers from the night garden filled the air.

At the center stood a large canopy bed with cream colored silk sheets and soft pillows embroidered with gold. Warm, gentle light emanated from small floating orbs, drifting slowly like tiny fireflies.

On the bed, two figures lay curled against each other, a man and a woman, wrapped in the sheets, immersed in a tender, warm embrace.

They seemed happy and serene, as if the outside world didn’t exist in that moment.

The man, after observing her for a while, tilted his head slightly, a curious, almost puzzled expression crossing his face.

He leaned a little toward her, studying her body covered up to her chest by the sheets, and murmured hesitantly:

"Dear, why is there a little parasite inside you?"

The woman’s eyes widened.

For a moment, she froze, then a flash of irritation crossed her gaze. Without a word, she raised her fist and landed a sharp, controlled blow on his face, not too hard, but enough to let him know he had crossed a line.

"Bastard! Do dare to call it that?!"

"Eh? why are you angry?" he asked, rubbing his cheek, still confused.

She huffed, her ears twitching slightly with annoyance. "So that’s how you define our child? A parasite? Want me to hit you again?"

He froze for a moment, then stared at her with wide eyes. "Our... child? Wait, you’re... pregnant?!"

A sweet yet slightly angry smile curved her lips. "Of course I am! With all the nights we let loose, it was inevitable. Don’t tell me you’re not happy."

"No, no!" he replied quickly, shaking his head. "I didn’t mean that. It’s just... unexpected. But of course I’m happy! To think that I’ll become a father..."

He embraced her gently, holding her close. Feeling his warmth, she gradually calmed, resting her forehead against his chest. They remained like that for a few moments, in silence, until his voice broke the quiet.

"So... have you thought of a name for our daughter yet?"

Before he could even smile, a second punch landed on the same spot.

"And what was that for?!" he protested, utterly confused.

She glared at him, lips curling into a scowl. "You... I wanted to wait until she was born to find out!"

"Wait? Why on earth would we do something so stu-" he began, but stopped when he saw the woman’s expression grow more threatening.

He finally set aside his complaints and tried to calm her, managing, after a bit of effort and some impossible, unrealistic promises, to succeed.

The two were wrapped in an embrace, lying on the large bed, while moonlight filtered through the window.

The night was calm and serene, the sky clear and starry, and the moon hanging high seemed particularly beautiful that evening.

She, still nestled in his arms, lifted her gaze to the sky and murmured into the night’s silence.

He heard the whisper, looked at his wife’s face, and she, tilting her head slightly, returned his gaze:

"Ye Ning..." she finally said, with a sweet and dreamy smile, as if the name itself promised all that was to come.

"This will be the name of our daughter."