"Forget it. Take it. Consider it an apology for my earlier words, and a celebration of your birthday."
Without pressing the embarrassed God of Dreams any further, Morax thrust the large bouquet of Glaze lilies into Baimeng's arms, plucked the most delicate flower branch, and tucked it into the young girl's snow-white hair.
The blue-and-white petals emitted a captivating fragrance that complemented her azure skirt, making the God of Dreams look like a deity born from a sea of flowers, ruling over nature and mountains.
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