The next day.
Early morning.
Ning Rongrong lay on her small bed, her brow furrowed deeply.
In her mind, countless unfamiliar yet incredibly clear memories surged in like a tide.
In the magnificent halls of the God Realm, she was dressed in nine-colored divine robes, surrounded by a holy halo; that was her form as the Nine-Colored Goddess.
The Food God Oscar stood beside her, but his eyes no longer held the deep affection of their past life. All that remained was greed for power and an indulgence in lust; the bond between them had long since been eroded away in the torrent of desire.
What terrified her even more was a pitch-black shadow emerging from the void. Carrying a horrifying aura that seemed to devour everything, it suddenly lunged to envelop her divine soul. A bone-chilling cold and a sense of despair from being stripped of everything instantly swept through her body.
"No!"
Ning Rongrong jerked awake from her dream, gasping for air. Her heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
She instinctively felt for her divine soul. Sensing its wholeness and stability, she breathed a small sigh of relief, but the fear of being possessed just now still lingered in her heart, refusing to dissipate.
She looked up; the sky outside the window was already bright. The sunlight was piercing, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.
Only then did she realize with a start that she had actually slept in Fu Qin's bed for the entire night.
The lingering tenderness of last night replayed in her mind like a movie. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, yet her heart was filled with complex emotions.
The memories of her past life, everything in the God Realm, and that terrifying shadow...
She remembered it all!
Ning Rongrong struggled to get out of bed; she had to return to her own dormitory as soon as possible to sort through these chaotic memories.
But the moment her feet touched the ground, a burning pain shot through her lower abdomen. It was left by Fu Qin last night—clear and real—reminding her that everything that happened was no dream.
She looked down at her neatly arranged clothes, then felt the pain in her abdomen again, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun... had they already recovered their memories of their past lives long ago?
Tang San's steadiness and calculation were far more sophisticated than those of his peers.
Xiao Wu's extraordinary dependence on Fu Qin seemed as if she had already chosen him.
The friction between Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, and the jealousy and ruthlessness Oscar hid beneath his simple and honest exterior... all of this confirmed her suspicions!
Only she and Zhu Zhuqing had been kept in the dark until last night, when she unexpectedly awakened her past life memories during her intimacy with Fu Qin!
A chill rose from the soles of her feet; Ning Rongrong didn't dare think any further.
The crisis in the God Realm, the threat of that shadow, and these "companions" who had already recovered their memories—all of it filled her with immense dread.
She had to find Xiao Wu as soon as possible and tell her that she had also recovered her memories. At the same time, she was more certain than ever that Fu Qin was the only person she could trust and rely on in this life.
Enduring the sharp pain in her abdomen, Ning Rongrong stumbled toward the door.
She just wanted to leave this place quickly, but she didn't notice the threshold at the door.
"Bang!"
Tripping, Ning Rongrong lost her balance and fell forward.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made her instinctively close her eyes, crying out in her heart that this was bad.
However, the expected pain did not come.
Instead, it was a warm and firm embrace. A familiar, clean scent lingered at the tip of her nose, causing her tense nerves to instantly relax.
Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes, and what met her gaze was Fu Qin's handsome face, filled with worry.
His gaze was gentle and deep, like an all-encompassing ocean, causing the fear and unease in her heart to mostly dissipate in an instant.
"How could you be so careless?" Fu Qin's voice carried a hint of reproach, but far more of it was deep concern.
He gently steadied Ning Rongrong, his large hand naturally encircling her waist. Feeling her body tremble, his brow furrowed even tighter. "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Feeling the warmth of Fu Qin's palm, Ning Rongrong could no longer hold it in. Her eyes reddened, and tears instantly welled up.
She threw herself into Fu Qin's arms, tightly hugging his neck and burying her cheek in his chest, weeping loudly.
"Brother Fu Qin... waah..."
Grievance, fear, helplessness, and the confusion after awakening her past life memories all erupted at this moment.
She didn't know how to explain all this to Fu Qin, nor how to face the impending crisis; she could only vent all her emotions in the arms of the man she depended on so much.
Fu Qin felt the fragility and helplessness of the girl in his arms, his heart filled with confusion.
He gently patted Ning Rongrong's back, soothing her with gentle movements. He didn't press for a reason, but simply used his actions to tell her that he would always be here with her.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Fu Qin's voice was low and powerful, carrying a magic that put people at ease.
"No matter what happens, I will protect you and won't let you suffer any harm."
Ning Rongrong cried in Fu Qin's arms for a long time before her emotions gradually stabilized.
She looked up, her eyes misty with tears as she gazed at Fu Qin, her gaze full of dependence: "Brother Fu Qin, I... you will always protect Rongrong, right?"
Fu Qin looked at her swollen eyes, understanding dawning in his heart.
He could feel a subtle change in the aura around Ning Rongrong—a touch more holiness and ancientness. Clearly, she had awakened her past life memories.
But soon, when he saw Ning Rongrong's personal status panel, he realized why she was acting this way.
[Name: Ning Rongrong (Nine-Colored Goddess Re-cultivation)
True Age: 20,038 years old
spirit power: Level 29
Spirit: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda
Physique: Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline (Unawakened)
Identity: Reincarnation of the Nine-Colored Goddess, young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School
Favorability: 500 (Regarded as the only person to rely on)]
He didn't point it out, but instead gently wiped away the tears on her face and said softly, "Alright, alright. Don't worry, Rongrong, I will always protect you."
...
The commotion of Ning Rongrong crying in Fu Qin's arms eventually alerted Xiao Wu in the next room.
The door was pushed open gently. Xiao Wu, wearing pink pajamas and looking sleepy, stood at the door. But when she saw Ning Rongrong in Fu Qin's arms with tear-stained cheeks and a terrified expression...
...along with her slightly disheveled clothing and unsteady posture, the sleepiness in her eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a look of understanding and gravity.
When Ning Rongrong looked up and saw Xiao Wu, her panicked heart suddenly settled.
After awakening her past life memories, she instantly understood that Xiao Wu had long since recovered her consciousness.
A spark flashed in her eyes—the relief of having found an ally.
"Rongrong, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu stepped forward quickly, naturally supporting Ning Rongrong's swaying body.
Her fingertips brushed against her arm unnoticed, and she quietly squeezed her wrist, giving her a look that said, "I'm here."
"I... I'm fine, I just accidentally tripped." Ning Rongrong immediately caught on and followed Xiao Wu's lead to cover it up, though her voice still carried a lingering sob.