No wonder she never resisted all these years, but had been fleeing all along.
That day, Begonia Tree's worldview began to collapse. He felt terrible. How could the Moon God have deceived him?
For three years, he had been tirelessly trying to exonerate the Moon God, though to no avail, and he could not even obtain an audience with the Nether Emperor.
But he never gave up, did he?
"How could you deceive me?"
"Why would you betray the Netherworld?"
"Why?"
"Whose child is this?" Begonia Tree raged.
He was almost mad.
The Moon God had made him what he was.
Yet all these years, he had been protecting her on behalf of his father.
Before leaving, his father had said, "From now on, she will be your only kin. No matter what happens, you must trust her; you must protect her like a man."
The sky was heavy, and cold winds blew, penetrating his heart with threadlike chills.
He felt desolate.
