Chapter 127

At this moment, in a mysterious world, Nüwa, one of the Creators, was picking apples in an orchard. This orchard seemed like a fairyland from a dream, wreathed in the purple mist of primordial chaos that drifted like gossamer, creating an aura that was both ethereal and profoundly sacred. Nüwa wore a gown of nearly transparent gauze. The fabric was as light as clouds, clinging to her skin as if it were barely there, subtly revealing large expanses of snow-white flesh. Her figure was nothing short of perfection: full breasts, shapely hips, and a waist so slender it seemed as though it could be encircled by a single hand. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful; her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, and within them seemed to lie the mysteries of the entire Universe. Her temperament possessed both the nobility and sanctity of a goddess and the allure and sensuality of a woman, leaving anyone who caught a glimpse of her unable to look away. "Hmm?"