When Lulu came down, the Human King looked up.
Lulu saw that his eyes were relieved and heaved a sigh of relief.
The children were laughing and sharing the mutton. Lulu sat by the fire with A'ze beside him.
Lulu was still young and beautiful, and her body still carried the dignity of a god.
Her eldest son was already old and in a few more years, he would enter the cycle of reincarnation.
These three years were all bestowed by the Realmlord.
She always did not dare to face this child. She could not make up for what she owed this child.
To the human world, he was a saint with a great mission.
However, to him, it could only accompany him for a hundred years.
All of her children had endless lifespans. Only Ah Ze had to follow the ways of birth, aging, illness, and death.
She did not even dare to face him.
She thought that she had gotten over it, but every time she saw her eldest son's white hair, she could not help but feel sad.
