The Goddess of Beauty's Former Lover

The Goddess of Beauty clicked her tongue several times beside him, crossed her arms, and looked in the direction where the Water God had disappeared, her tone carrying a hint of worldly-wise nonchalance:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Although both were Old Self, the Water God did indeed look pitiful, coming clean and leaving soaking wet. But he couldn't force his Old Self to do the same for the other's sake.

Feelings can't be forced.

All he can do is watch and not interfere.

Moreover, the fact that the other party knows now is just right.

He would still recommend short-term pain over long-term pain.

Dragging it out will only cause deeper damage in the end.

The Goddess of Beauty looked down at her long, clean hands, and suddenly chuckled.

So, he doesn't want to be in a relationship.

Love is a bittersweet thing; it sounds wonderful, but it's actually quite troublesome.

Besides, once the conversation starts, he won't be free anymore.

This is the experience that the Goddess of Beauty gained after personally trying it out.

He will not reveal for the time being who the god he associates with is.

During the time they were dating, the other person was like the air that was always there, their gaze constantly fixed on him.

There is absolutely no freedom.

Even when Goddess of Beauty wanted to get close to God of Wine, he stood by with a dark expression, his gaze making one's skin crawl.

This kind of love is too much for the Goddess of Beauty to bear.

Fine, forget it.

In this vast Universe, he is actually more at ease without that person.

Some might ask, won't the other party become persistent and harassing?

The Goddess of Beauty raised her fist, her tone nonchalant:

"Of course I persisted. So, I gave him the iron fist of love."

After that, every time the other party came to her door, the Goddess of Beauty would shatter their divine body without hesitation.

He was used to the sound of his divine body shattering, one punch, two punches.

Unfortunately, the opponent refused to give up no matter how hard they tried, and kept coming back.

Until that one time, the Goddess of Beauty reached out and grasped his Divine Core.

The moment the Divine Core was grasped by the other gods, that god's body finally began to tremble uncontrollably.

For the first time, fear was reflected in the other person's eyes.

Since then, he has never appeared before the Goddess of Beauty again.

The Goddess of Beauty withdrew her hand, her palm completely clean.

The Sea God also noticed the change in the Goddess of Beauty's expression and casually asked:

"What? Has this stirred up some old memories? Are you still hung up on that god from back then?"

To be honest, that guy back then wasn't much of a good person; his personality was just so-so.

But that face seemed tailor-made for the Goddess of Beauty; every single detail was perfectly in line with his aesthetic.

The Sea God remembered this very clearly.

Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Beauty snorted through her nose:

"I just like his face, okay? It's a shame, if only his personality were a little better."

The mere mention of this matter ruined his previously good mood for watching the show. He casually waved to the Sea God and the God of Wine, then turned and left the Sea God Palace.

His feelings for that god were really nothing special.

The reason we've been able to stay together for so long is entirely because of that face.

Looking back now, there's nothing left but regret.

What a pity, what a waste of that face.

As the Goddess of Beauty walked out of the hall, she let out a soft sigh.

The light rain was still falling outside, but the raindrops that fell beside him seemed to be kept away by something, and not a single drop of them touched him.

God of Wine also sighed and dejectedly lowered his head.

His timing today seems incredibly inopportune.

When they arrived, the Water God Goddess of Beauty were both perfectly fine; when they left, one walked away in the rain, and the other walked away with a desolate figure.

How did the scene become so bleak?

Wait, what if he leaves like this too?

The Sea God, watching him like this, couldn't help but laugh. He slowly spoke:

"Wine, beauty, isn't what you think. Do you really think he was that fond of that god from back then?"

After hearing what Sea God said, God of Wine opened his eyes wide, almost unable to believe what he had just heard, and instinctively asked:

"Isn't that right? Ever since that god, he hasn't had a serious relationship. If this isn't love, then what is?"

In God of Wine's view, there must have been a reason for Goddess of Beauty's separation from that other goddess. She clearly loved him; otherwise, why hadn't she formally been with anyone else all these years?

If he truly has let go, why would he leave that spot empty? Isn't it reserved for her?

After hearing this, the Sea God chuckled softly.

His eyes were full of smiles, and his gaze toward God of Wine held an indescribable gentleness.

That's why he most enjoys being with these gods.

There was something about them that he had long since stopped believing in and would never have again.

Sea God stopped laughing and said:

"He's not the kind of person who'd be saddened by things like alcohol. He's just feeling sorry for the other person's face."

As the Goddess of Beauty, what precious jewels hasn't she seen, what stunningly beautiful Deities hasn't she beheld, and what kind of admiration hasn't she received...?

Because she has seen so much, the Goddess of Beauty is not the kind of goddess who would be blinded by love.

Besides, even if one were to be blinded by love, the prerequisite is that he truly loves the other person.

Just like the gods in the Divine Realm today, don't be fooled by the appearance of some gods who seem infatuated, crazy, and willing to bang their heads against walls for him.

But if you really dig into their background, you'll find that...

Nine out of ten of these people have never even spent a single day properly with him. Their so-called liking is nothing more than being captivated by his face and fueled by their unrequited love.

Such love, though seemingly grand and passionate, is, in the eyes of the Sea God, built upon superficial appearances and obsessions.

How superficial, how fragile, how...

It scatters with a gust of wind, rots with a shower of rain, and crumbles into nothingness with a gentle push.

"Really?" God of Wine replied, somewhat bewildered.

He didn't actually understand the meaning of the Sea God.

I just subconsciously felt that what the other person said was probably right.

After all, he was always surrounded by sunshine and clear skies.

What he saw most often was the laughter of friends gathered together, the ecstatic feeling of someone downing a newly brewed wine in one gulp, the lively scene of someone being wronged being offered a jar of fine wine, and so on...

As for those things hidden in the shadows, he had almost never actually seen them.

People have never been able to imagine things they haven't seen; they simply assume that's what everything is based on a little subjective perception.

Sea God looked at him and offered no further explanation.

Some things are better left unsaid.