"You understand, then. Cultivating immortality means going against Heaven. We've already come this far, so even if it means going against Heaven with you one more time, we can't choose this, right?" Han Shanshan puffed out her chest and regained her confidence.
I nodded with a smile. "That goes without saying. I won't choose Creation—it would be no different from letting myself die. Leaving my wife and children, my widowed mother, behind in this world... how could I ever forgive myself? Not only will I live well, I'll also raise a great many children. I'll laugh proudly above the Nine Heavens and fill the whole world with laughter and joy! Not that nonsense about creating the world and destroying it!"
Han Shanshan immediately pounced on me, rubbing her cheek against my ear. "I knew it. Pseudo-Creation is your last choice, and it's my last choice too."
"Al... all right, you're pressing against me so hard I can barely breathe. Have you even looked at what you've grown into?" I pushed her forward, torn between laughter and tears.
Han Shanshan looked extremely displeased. "Hmph, other people would have to dream just to get a hug from me, and now I took the initiative to press close to you. Yet you actually resent me for making you unable to breathe. Fine, then. Since I hurt you, you should hurt me too. How about letting me be unable to breathe for once?"
"This... this doesn't seem quite right, does it? How am I supposed to make you unable to breathe?" I coughed lightly, unable to suppress the wicked smile on my face. Han Shanshan really had frightened me just now, but after going through so many things, I had at least reached this position. There was no room for pessimism or regret anymore.