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Nestled in his warm arms, breathing in his cool scent, Ye Zhenzhen tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

"I... I want some Osmanthus Cake," she suddenly said. She hadn't eaten a thing since arriving in the Demon Realm. Though her cultivation had long since freed her from the need for food, she missed the world outside—and its food.

"That's easy. I'll take you to the Human Realm for some." Ye Qingchuan gazed at her fondly, just as he had when he'd taken her to see the snow and the Lantern Festival in the Mortal World when they were children.

They rode the Demon Dragon Flying Boat, passing through the Abyss of Darkness before arriving in the Human Realm not long afterward.

So the Demon Realm and the Human Realm weren't that far apart after all.

It was February in the Mortal World. The osmanthus blossoms had long since fallen, and no one had Osmanthus Cake for sale. They searched pastry shop after pastry shop, all in vain. At last, they found one shop near a late-blooming osmanthus tree that had recently flowered. The owners offered to make the cakes fresh, but the price was a lion opening its jaws wide: ten taels of silver.

"That much? Why don't you go rob someone in the street?" Ye Zhenzhen nearly slapped the man flat, but Ye Qingchuan stopped her and took out a gleaming gold ingot.

"Will this be enough?" Ever since they'd nearly lost each other at the Lantern Festival years ago because they couldn't afford a Rabbit Lantern, he'd begun collecting Mortal World currency, including gold ingots. By now, he had saved several thousand.

"Enough! More than enough!" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up. He took the gold and even bit it. It was real. He and his wife set to