It was already deep into the night.
Yangyang had been unable to fall asleep for a long time.
She had already sensed her mother's scrutinizing gaze.
The demonic cultivator identity she'd had in her previous life had already begun to frighten her.
She didn't dare tell her mother the truth behind it.
She was terrified that her mother would think she wasn't Yangyang at all, but a monster—a millennia-old fiend who had cruelly possessed a child's body.
If.
She really had been an old monster who'd possessed a child, she wouldn't have had any of these worries.
But she wasn't.
That was why she was even more afraid of what everyone else might think if they learned the truth.
She had always been a little cat, ever since the day she was born.
She'd simply happened to awaken memories of her previous life.
You wouldn't know it from how forceful she usually acted in front of the Immortal Lord's subordinates.
It was all an act.
The truth was, she was rather soft-hearted.
Just like any other child, she longed for her parents' love and didn't want them to dislike her.
The next day.
As soon as I woke up, I instinctively felt my head.
There was only my soft, tousled hair—not a single ear to give me a fright.
Yangyang poked her little head out and happened to see me doing it.
It was like the air had suddenly gone still.
She and I stared at each other, wide-eyed.
Then she instantly ducked her little head back under the covers, muttering words that made my head ache.
"Yangyang didn't see anything."
A few invisible black lines appeared across my face.
What was that supposed to mean?
"Getting cheeky?" I put my hands on my hips and glared at her.
"Yangyang