Dream world...
On the street under the dusk sky, a little girl with silver-blue hair and a golden halo floating above her head was happily playing on the small path.
The little girl alternated between walking and stopping, jumping and running. Her laughter was as clear as silver bells, echoing throughout the entire street.
Sometimes chasing butterflies, sometimes picking wildflowers by the roadside, as if everything in this world was filled with novelty and joy.
Sunlight fell upon her, outlining a layer of golden contours, making her look like an elf from a fairy tale.
Passersby who saw this scene couldn't help but smile from the bottom of their hearts, as if the fatigue from a busy day was swept away by the little girl's laughter.
Suddenly, the little girl seemed to have discovered something interesting and ran straight toward a corner.
It turned out there was an injured little bird there. The little bird had pure white feathers, with the tips transitioning into a light purple.
The little girl carefully picked up the little bird and called out toward behind her in a childish voice.
"Mom, Grandma! There's an injured little bird here!"
"Zhi, slow down. Running too fast is dangerous."
A gentle voice came from not far away. Following the sound, there was a Halovian woman who looked nine-tenths similar to the little girl, with a golden halo on her head as well.
Beside the woman was a slightly elderly Halovian woman. Her face was full of a loving smile as she looked at her lively granddaughter and called out concernedly.
"Zhi, Grandma and Mom will be right there."
Under the setting sun, this scene of three generations together looked so warm and harmonious that one couldn't help but sigh—the beauty of the world was probably nothing more than this.
"Zhi is such a cute child. She's looking more and more like you when you were little."
Watching Zhi's lively back, the slightly elderly Halovian woman glanced at Robin beside her and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Mom~"
Hearing her mother's words, Robin's face turned slightly red, her expression somewhat awkward.
"Hahaha, you're already a grown woman."
Robin's mother smiled and shook her head. "Is Yun Fan still busy with work?"
"Mm..."
Upon hearing the name Yun Fan, a happy smile appeared on Robin's face.
"Yun Fan's work this period will be finished soon. Probably tomorrow, he and Big Brother will be able to come home."
"Is that so? That's good..."
Robin's mother nodded slightly. "That child Yun Fan is really wonderful. My daughter's taste is indeed good. Thank him for me. If it weren't for him, how could your brother, who idles around all day with nothing but ambition, have achieved what he has now?"
"Mom, we're all family. Family doesn't need to say so many thank-yous..."
Just as the mother and daughter were happily chatting about family matters, in a place their eyes couldn't reach, two pairs of eyes were intently observing the grandmother, mother, and child trio, taking in their every move.
"It's Sister Robin. That slightly older auntie should be Sister Robin's mother, right? And that little girl..."
At this point, Firefly paused slightly, her gaze carrying a hint of resentment as she looked at Yun Fan beside her, making the latter feel quite uncomfortable.
"Cough cough, Firefly, can you not look at me like that? I feel a bit... a bit..."
The little girl following beside Robin—did this even need saying? She was definitely Yun Fan's daughter. But were Halovian genes really that powerful?
Yun Fan and Robin's daughter had inherited Yun Fan's eye color, but everything else—hair color, appearance, voice, etc.—had basically inherited Robin's excellent genes...
It made the young man couldn't help but sigh that Halovian genes were truly powerful!
Although that was what Yun Fan was thinking, the reality was not so. The stronger the genes, the harder they were to pass on to offspring. And as an Aeon, his essence was an elevation of rules.
Inheriting the power of [Causality] was no simple matter.
Just as Yun Fan was sighing inwardly, suddenly he felt a piercing gaze, like a maggot in the bone, fixed upon him. The owner of that gaze was none other than our Miss Firefly.
Feeling the almost materialized resentment from Firefly, Yun Fan awkwardly scratched his head, his eyes dodging as his brain spun rapidly, searching for an excuse.
"Cough cough, Firefly, this is only the dream world. Don't take it so seriously. Children... perhaps my first child in the future will be yours, Firefly?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, that murderous gaze gradually faded. Firefly crossed her arms, let out a somewhat tsundere hum, and temporarily let her lover off the hook.
This was the dream world—the girl naturally knew that. It was just that even Firefly herself didn't know why.
Why was she being so petty about this? Firefly thought she shouldn't be such a narrow-minded girl...
"Mom, Grandma, this little bird is injured. Can I take it home?"
Bringing the focus back to Robin and Zhi, after Mom and Grandma came over, Zhi carefully held the injured little bird and asked with a slightly worried look in her eyes.
"Of course you can. Our little Zhi is so kind-hearted. Mm, such a small little bird is injured. If we ignore it, it probably won't survive this summer."
Grandma lovingly patted Zhi's head, giving affirmation to the little girl's kind-hearted action.
"Really? Thank you, Grandma!"
After receiving permission, a joyful expression appeared on Zhi's face. The little girl took out a clean white handkerchief from her pocket and gently wrapped it around the little bird's body.
Perhaps sensing the girl's goodwill, the little bird let out a clear chirp, as if expressing its gratitude.
"Mom, Grandma, let's go home!"
After speaking, Zhi held the little bird in her hands and happily walked toward home.
However, after walking a few steps, the little girl seemed to sense something. She turned her head back, looking at Robin who was standing in place in a daze, and asked puzzledly.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"I... this little bird..."
Robin was still in a somewhat dazed state. Looking at the little bird in Zhi's hands, she felt as if she had seen this kind of little bird somewhere before, but upon thinking carefully, she couldn't quite remember.
"Zhi, can you let Mom take a look at this little bird?"
"Mm, of course."
Zhi obediently nodded, then carefully placed the little bird in Robin's hands.
Holding the injured little bird gently with both hands, Robin lowered her head, her beautiful face drawing closer to the bird.
Purple beak, feathers transitioning from purple to white, and that circle of feather patterns like a golden edge—this inexplicable sense of déjà vu...