The next day.
early morning.
Ning Rongrong lay on her small bed with a furrowed brow.
Countless unfamiliar yet incredibly clear memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave.
In the magnificent palace of the gods, she wore a nine-colored robe and was surrounded by a sacred halo; she was the goddess of nine colors.
Oscar, the God of Cookery, stood beside her, but the deep affection from their past life was gone from his eyes, replaced only by greed for power and obsession with women. The bond between them had long been worn away by the torrent of desire.
What terrified her even more was that a pitch-black shadow emerged from the void, carrying a terrifying aura that could devour everything. It suddenly enveloped her soul, and a bone-chilling cold and a sense of despair at being stripped of everything instantly swept over her body.
"No!"
Ning Rongrong suddenly woke up from her sleep, gasping for breath, her heart pounding wildly as if it were about to burst out of her chest.
She subconsciously touched her soul and felt its wholeness and security, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. However, the fear of being possessed still lingered in her heart and could not be shaken off.
She looked up and saw that it was already bright outside the window, and the sunlight was so bright that she could hardly open her eyes.
Only then did she realize with a start that she had slept in Fu Qin's bed all night.
Last night's passionate lovemaking replayed in my mind like a movie, instantly flushing my cheeks red, yet my heart was filled with complex emotions.
Memories of a past life, everything in the realm of gods, and that terrifying shadow.
She remembered everything!
Ning Rongrong struggled to get out of bed; she needed to get back to her dormitory as soon as possible to sort out these chaotic memories.
But the moment her feet touched the ground, a burning pain shot through her lower abdomen. It was the pain Fu Qin had left behind last night, clear and real, reminding her that everything that had happened last night was not a dream.
She looked down at her clothes, which had been neatly arranged, and touched the pain in her lower abdomen. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.
Have Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun already regained their memories of their past lives?
Tang San's composure and shrewdness far surpassed the maturity of his peers.
Xiao Wu's unusual dependence on Fu Qin suggests that she has already decided on him.
The conflict between Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, and Oscar's hidden jealousy and ruthlessness beneath his honest exterior... all of this confirms her suspicions!
Only she and Zhu Zhuqing were kept in the dark until last night, when she unexpectedly awakened her memories of her past life during her intimate moment with Fu Qin!
A chill ran up from the soles of her feet, and Ning Rongrong dared not think any further.
The crisis in the divine realm, the threat of that dark figure, and the "companions" around her who had already regained their memories all filled her with immense fear.
She had to find Xiaowu as soon as possible and tell her that she had also regained her memory. At the same time, she was even more certain that Fu Qin was the only person she could trust and rely on in this life.
Despite the excruciating pain in her lower abdomen, Ning Rongrong stumbled and ran towards the door.
She just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, but she didn't notice the threshold at the door.
"Bang!"
Ning Rongrong tripped and lost her balance, falling forward.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made her instinctively close her eyes, and she knew something was wrong.
However, the expected pain did not occur.
Instead, she received a warm and firm hug. The familiar, crisp scent lingered around her nose, instantly relaxing her tense nerves.
Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was Fu Qin's handsome face filled with worry.
His eyes were gentle and deep, like an all-encompassing ocean, instantly dispelling most of the fear and unease in her heart.
"How could you be so careless?" Fu Qin's voice carried a hint of reproach, but even more so, deep concern.
He gently helped Ning Rongrong steady, his large hand naturally encircling her waist. Feeling her trembling, his brows furrowed even more. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Feeling the warmth of Fu Qin's palm, Ning Rongrong could no longer hold back; her eyes reddened, and tears welled up instantly.
She threw herself into Fu Qin's arms, hugged his neck tightly, buried her face in his chest, and burst into tears.
"Brother Fu Qin... Waaah..."
Feelings of grievance, fear, helplessness, and confusion after awakening past life memories all erupted at this moment.
She didn't know how to explain all this to Fu Qin, or how to face the impending crisis, so she could only vent all her emotions in the arms of the man she depended on so much.
Fu Qin sensed the fragility and helplessness of the girl in his arms, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.
He gently patted Ning Rongrong's back, soothing her with tenderness, without asking why, but simply showing her through his actions that he would always be there for her.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Fu Qin's voice was deep and powerful, with a reassuring magic.
"No matter what happens, I will protect you and won't let you get hurt."
Ning Rongrong cried in Fu Qin's arms for a long time before her emotions gradually calmed down.
She looked up at Fu Qin with teary eyes, her gaze filled with dependence: "Brother Fu Qin, I... you will always protect Rongrong, right?"
Fu Qin looked at her red and swollen eyes and understood.
He could sense a subtle change in Ning Rongrong's aura, which had gained a sense of holiness and vicissitude, indicating that she had awakened her memories of her past life.
But soon, when he saw Ning Rongrong's personal panel, he was surprised to realize why she had made this move.
【Name: Ning Rongrong (Reconstructed by the Nine-Colored Goddess)】
Real age: 20,038 years old
Soul Power: Level 29
Martial Soul: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda
Physique: Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline (Unawakened)
Identity: Reincarnation of the Nine-Colored Goddess, Young Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School
Affection level: 500 (considered the only person one can rely on)
He didn't point it out, but gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "Okay, okay, Rongrong, don't worry, I will always protect you."
...
Ning Rongrong's crying in Fu Qin's arms eventually alerted Xiao Wu in the next room.
The door was gently pushed open, and Xiao Wu, dressed in pink pajamas, stood at the door, still sleepy. But when she saw Ning Rongrong in Fu Qin's arms, her eyes still wet with tears and her expression filled with fear, she was immediately startled.
When she saw her slightly disheveled clothes and her slightly unsteady posture, the sleepiness in her eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a look of understanding and solemnity.
Ning Rongrong looked up and saw Xiao Wu, and her previously flustered heart suddenly calmed down.
After awakening her memories of her past life, she instantly realized that Xiao Wu had already regained her senses.
A glint of light flashed in her eyes—the relief of finding an ally.
"Rongrong, what's wrong?" Xiaowu quickly stepped forward and naturally supported Ning Rongrong's swaying body.
His fingertips brushed against her arm unintentionally, and he gently squeezed her wrist, giving her a look that said, "I'm here for you."
"I...I'm fine, I just tripped and fell." Ning Rongrong immediately understood and covered up the conversation with Xiao Wu, but her voice was still choked with sobs.