Mo Shu was utterly exhausted, and before she could see the babies being fed, she fell asleep again.
This time, as she fell asleep, Mo Shu had a nightmare.
In the dream, Mo Shu lay beside two small babies, both swaddled in blankets, their eyes closed in deep slumber.
Standing by the bedside was a man dressed in a long, opulent robe.
The man's silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, and on his forehead, a fiery red mark was prominently stamped. He held one hand loosely in front of him, with silver threads woven into the wide white sleeves, exuding an aura of nobility.
Unlike the few times she'd seen him before, this time the Creator God was dressed properly, immaculately.
Unlike before, Mo Shu could see his forehead this time.
Though his full face remained hidden, this was a significant breakthrough compared to before.
The Creator God sensed her gaze, and beneath the veil of mist, his crimson lips curved upward as he said, "It was successful indeed, you have worked hard."
