If There's Good News, I'll Be Sure to Tell You

Strange things happen every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual.

This is the first time Love God has received such a request; a god has come to his door, asking him to act as his Red Thread.

Even if the Sun rose in the west, it wouldn't be this rare.

He maintained a serious demeanor on the surface, but in his heart he was already overjoyed.

This is practically free business opportunity!

And it was the Sea God who came.

The Sea God is gentle and has an excellent reputation. If he can get her to speak for him personally, wouldn't the other party be mutually attracted to him?

This is a sure thing!

Love God, with his pink heart-shaped eyes, stared intently at Wuma Xiu, full of anticipation, waiting for him to utter a Divine Name.

As soon as the names are uttered, he can discern the depth of the bond between the two individuals.

Wuma Xiu rested his chin on his other hand and said:

"But may I ask one more question? Any god, please?"

"Sure."

Love God answered quickly, his excitement growing, and even the Red Thread on his wrist began to tremble slightly.

The Red Thread was his constant companion.

It has been with him since its birth, and it best reflects his barely suppressed joy at this moment.

"His name is... the Main God."

Wuma Xiu pronounced the name.

Love God immediately pulled out the little notebook in which he had previously given nicknames to the gods of God of Time and God of Fate, and with a flick of his finger, the Red Thread deftly slipped into the pages.

He lowered his head and fiddled with it, waiting quietly.

Ten minutes passed, but the notebook remained untouched.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the page remained blank.

Thirty minutes passed, and still nothing happened.

Love God's smile began to falter.

He frowned, and, disbelievingly, poured a ball of pink Divine Power into the notebook.

The Red Thread went back in and struggled for another ten minutes or so before finally sliding out listlessly, completely limp.

Love God stared blankly at the notebook, filled with doubt.

The Gods Divine Realm is filled with countless gods; if the other party could name them, his booklet should not have remained unresponsive.

"Sea God, are you sure you're not mistaken?" he asked hesitantly. "I've never heard of this 'Main God' before?"

Love God began to frantically search his memory; he had heard of or seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.

The term "Main God" is completely unfamiliar to me.

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu withdrew his hand from his chin, his knuckles interlacing. "No? How could that be? He clearly told me that he is the Main God."

Upon seeing his reaction, Love God immediately crossed out the option that "the Sea God is mocking him."

Sea God isn't wine; it doesn't have that much interest in playing pranks.

Besides, if it were really a joke, he should be laughing by now. So there's only one possibility.

A god created an alternate account and tricked the Sea God into giving him affections!

Love God's mind raced, and his pink heart-shaped eyes brightened even more. A wild god who had appeared out of nowhere dared to impersonate some "Main God" to lure him in, taking advantage of the Sea God's gentle and easily deceived nature.

This is outrageous!

No way, he's definitely going to help!

While imagining a whole drama of "a gentle Gods being deceived," he gripped the Red Thread and solemnly declared:

"Sea God, don't be discouraged. Although we can't find him now, I'll definitely help you get that bastard back through this Red Thread!"

Wuma Xiu looked up at Love God, hesitated, as if gathering immense courage, before finally speaking in a low voice:

"Love God, could you... give me a Red Thread? I want to confront him myself."

His voice was slightly choked, as if he had a thousand grievances weighing on his throat.

"If he truly loves me and is willing to tie this Red Thread with me, I will not care about anything else. If he is not willing... then consider my sincere heart wasted."

As Wuma Xiu spoke, tears silently rolled down his cheeks, slid across his fair face, and fell onto his clothes. His crying posture was quite elaborate, with slightly red corners of his eyes and trembling lips, as if he had suffered a great injustice but still tried his best not to lose his composure.

Anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.

Love God couldn't possibly withstand this.

He was used to seeing others tormented by love, but the Sea God's tears were more heartbreaking than any other heartbroken god he had ever seen.

"This..." He gritted his teeth, then shook his head, "Sea God, my Red Thread really isn't..."

"I know," Wuma Xiu gently interrupted him, his voice low and soft, with a slight nasal tone, "I understand. It's just..."

He didn't say anything more, only turned his head away, as if he didn't even dare to look at Love God again.

Looking at him like this, Love God felt a pang in his own heart, a heart that usually only cared about other people's marriages.

Why do I feel so unlike a god?

And who could resist a beautiful woman shedding tears!

Love God clutched the Red Thread on his wrist, rubbing it back and forth with his fingertips, utterly agonizing over it.

Seeing this, Wuma Xiu suddenly reached out and pressed down on the back of Love God's hand. His palm was cold and trembling slightly.

He looked up, his eyes sparkling.

"I'm begging you. If you're worried, you can come with me. I just want to get some answers."

Love God's hand trembled, Red Thread almost came undone on the spot. He quickly pulled out a Red Thread and threw it over.

"Alright, since you've put it this way, I'll give it to you. However, I broke the rules today. If... you use this Red Thread for anything bad, love will forever elude you."

As the Love God, he has this authority.

It's just a matter of paying a price, but he would never normally resort to such methods.

He is the Love God, not some heartless god!

Wuma Xiu took the Red Thread, his fingers tightening. The tear that had been hanging on his eyelash fell at that moment.

He chuckled softly, as if A Way Out of Desperate Straits, and said:

"Thank you. I promise that if I ever use it to do anything that would harm God or you, may love never grace me again in this lifetime."

Upon hearing Love God, Cupid was deeply moved.

For him, swearing an oath of "love" was the most solemn vow.

Especially since the other party is Cupid, who seems so deeply Love God, it feels even more precious at this moment.

"Sea God, I wish you success."

Before leaving, Love God couldn't help but turn back and say earnestly:

"Remember to let me know if you have any good news."

Wuma Xiu stood there, watching him leave, his face still bearing the fragile expression of someone still heartbroken. Only when he felt the other person was completely gone did he lower his head, clutching the Red Thread, and let out a soft chuckle.

"Okay. I'll definitely let you know if there's any good news."

The voice was completely free of any sob, like a rock exposed after the tide recedes—cold, clear-headed, and with a hint of amusement.