Nuwa hummed a song as she cleaned her personal storeroom, a room that only her spouses knew and would enter, a room that not even her children knew of the room's existence, a room that only her spouses and she were allowed to enter.
Now many would be curious about contains the storeroom, a storeroom that belonged to a cultivator of Nuwa's stature, but unfortunately, it did not contain any Heaven Defying Treasures or something of that nature, what it contains though was more valuable in front of her or her spouse's eyes, it was various memorabilia that they especially she had collected over the long years of their life, kept well preserved using various methods.
From time to time she would enter this room to clean the already spotlessly clean room, look over through which according to her was priceless treasures, pictures of the time when they were still young when she was just started her journey, the only picture of her birth family.
