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Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows as dark as distant mountains, and her amber eyes were filled with shock and helplessness, yet also with the unique compassion and detachment of a deity.

Time seems to have left no trace on her face, only a sense of loneliness lingers in the corners of her eyes and brows.

"Such a beautiful face, it would be a shame not to say anything."

Ling Qing's fingertips traced her slightly cool cheek, feeling the stiffness in her body.

He flicked his finger at her brow, and a soft golden light seeped into her spirit.

Gan Shenqianyang suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a strange power surged into his throat.

She opened her mouth and produced a sound as clear and refreshing as spring water.

"You...who are you?"

"Why can you see me? And why can you let me..."

"My name is Ling Qing."

Seeing her shocked expression, his smile deepened.

The sea breeze ruffled Qianyang's long hair.

She stared blankly at the man before her, whose aura was unlike that of an ordinary person and who possessed magical powers.

For the first time, I experienced the emotion called "heart palpitation".

And on the beach in the distance.

The three Amagami sisters have already joined the lively bonfire party at the enthusiastic invitation of Haruno and the others.

They were completely unaware that their mother had fallen into an irresistible temptation.

The sea breeze carried the last warmth of dusk, and the campfire danced with golden flames on the beach, casting long and short shadows of everyone present.

Ling Qing gently twirled a strand of Gan Shen Qianyang's black hair with her fingertips, feeling the slight cool tremor emanating from her spirit.

Although she had regained her speech, she still seemed distant.

Those amber eyes watched him warily from behind the mask, like a mother fox guarding her cubs.

"Stay away from my daughters."

Gan Shenqianyang's voice was clear and crisp, yet it carried a barely perceptible tremor.

She had just witnessed Ling Qing and Mai entangled by the window.

I also heard him say that he had taken a liking to his daughter.

As a mother, she instinctively saw Lingqing as a dangerous person who coveted her daughter.

Despite the alluring sight of their bodies intertwined, it stirred a strange ripple in my heart, even though it was my first time experiencing it.

Ling Qing chuckled softly, his hand sliding from her cheek to her chin with an irresistible tenderness.

"I've never just set my sights on them, but also on you."

Her iridescent pupils shimmered in the firelight, reflecting the astonished expression beneath her mask.

"Gan Shen Qianyang, do you think I went to the trouble of breaking your spell seal just to see what you look like with your mask on?"

Qianyang's body stiffened, and he subconsciously wanted to back away, but Ling Qing gently pressed his shoulder down.

His palms, burning hot, seeped through the shrine maiden's robes and into her spirit, disrupting her peace.

"I am not a villain who abducts women."

Ling Qing withdrew his hand, but his tone was one of unwavering certainty.

"However, I'd really like to try the taste of the shrine's god."

He suddenly changed the subject, pointing to the three sisters roasting marshmallows around a campfire on the beach.

"Since you're so worried about your daughter, why don't you go see her yourself? You've been taking care of them for so many years, yet you can't even say a word to them?"

"... "

Gan Shenqianyang's eyes dimmed instantly, and his lips under the mask pressed into a straight line.

As a spirit bound to a shrine, she is subject to the rules of the gods.

They cannot physically interact with mortals, nor can they reveal their existence.

This is her way of protecting her daughters, and also her eternal shackle.

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."

Ling Qing saw through her silence.

His fingertip touched her brow again, and the divine power he had just injected became even clearer.

"Now, your restrictions have been lifted."

He pointed to the nearly burnt squid in the clumsy hands of Gan Shenye: "Don't you want to tell her to sprinkle some lemon juice on it when you flip it over?"

Gan Shenqianyang's eyes instantly sharpened.

"Ye Zhong... you haven't learned basic cooking yet?"

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PS: The picture shows Gan Shenqianyang!

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Chapter 749 The moment of mother and daughter's reunion was still touching! (Seeking monthly votes, reviews, flowers, and collections!)

Gan Shenqianyang suddenly looked up, a violent tremor flashing in his amber eyes.

As she watched Amagami Yuuna thrash about from the burning sparks, Amagami Asahime nervously blew on her fingers.

The scene overlapped with my memory of my mother grilling seafood with them many years ago.

Ling Qing's words were like a key, unlocking her long-dormant desires.

Especially when you see that your silly daughters are still silly.

"Go and have a look."

Ling Qing stepped back, leaving her some space.

"At least let them know that their mother is always there."

……

When Ling Qing led Gan Shen Qianyang, who was wearing a fox mask, toward the campfire, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Kazuka Toyohama was stuffing ice cream into her mouth.

Seeing Chiyo's shrine maiden outfit and familiar mask, she couldn't help but tug at Rio Futaba's sleeve.

"Rio-senpai, why is Mai-nee suddenly doing cosplay? And she's standing so close to Rei-sei..."

She recalled the ambiguous atmosphere she had overheard earlier, and her cheeks instantly turned as red as ripe strawberries.

He secretly wondered if the two of them had some kind of unusual fetish.

Kaguya Shinomiya raised an eyebrow slightly: "Is she Mai Sakurajima? Why does she seem different in height and figure?"

"Hmm? She is..."

Thor and some others who possessed the power of the blessing bestowed by the blue realized that the woman wearing the fox mask was not Mai Sakurajima.

The three sisters of Ganshen reacted the most unusually.

Gan Shenye suddenly stopped holding the skewers, his gaze fixed on the figure wearing a fox mask.

That shrine maiden outfit was my mother's favorite style when she was alive, even the bellflower tassels at the waist were exactly the same.

Amagami Yuuna also stopped fighting with Tohru for the grilled meat, her little brows furrowed tightly: "Sister... I think I smelled Mom's scent, it's the scent of incense and sea breeze mixed together."

Gan Shen Chao Ji was stunned, not even noticing that the cotton candy in her hand had fallen onto the sand.

That figure stood beside Ling Qing.

Even though there was a mask between them, it inexplicably reminded her of the nights when her mother would hold her and watch the stars.

At Ling Qing's prompting, Gan Shenqianyang silently walked to the barbecue grill.

She didn't say anything, but simply picked up a skewer of saury, skillfully brushed it with sauce, and sprinkled it with finely chopped green onions—that was the way Ye Chong loved to season his food when he was a child.

After it was baked, she handed it to Ye Zhong with trembling hands.

"Thanks…"

Ye Chong subconsciously took it, and as his fingertips touched the warmth of the fish, he suddenly felt his eyes burning.

The moment the fish touched my tongue, the familiar taste shot through my body like an electric current.

It's my mom's secret sauce recipe, with a hint of plum sweetness and a unique salty and savory flavor from the seaside.

"Woo..."

She was the first to be unable to hold back her tears, which fell onto the beach.

"This taste...it's Mom's..."

Amagami Yuuna also took a bite of the grilled shrimp that Chiyo handed her. The meticulous way she peeled and deveined the shrimp was exactly the kind of habit her mother used to prevent them from choking on the shrimp vein.

She couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a tearful voice, "Who are you? Why do you cook Mommy's dishes? Why..."

Gan Shenqianyang looked at his three daughters' red, swollen eyes from crying.

Even the gods who had never shed a tear had their eyes glistening with tears.

She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling as she stroked Ye Zhong's cheek, finally uttering that belated call.

"Yazhong...Xuna...Asahi..."

The voice was as clear and crisp as ever, yet it carried the gentleness that only a mother possesses.

The three sisters were struck dumb, frozen in place.

That voice…it’s Mom! It’s definitely Mom!

Ye Chong suddenly grabbed Qian Yang's wrist; it was icy cold to the touch, yet so real that it made her heart pound.

"Mom? Is that really you? You're not..."

Gan Shenqianyang shook his head, tears finally falling, glistening in the firelight.

She slowly removed the fox mask, revealing a beautiful face that perfectly matched the three sisters' memories, only now tinged with a gentleness and vicissitudes etched by time.

"mom!"

"Mother--!"

The three sisters disregarded everything else and rushed into Qianyang's arms.

Although the touch of the spirit was somewhat illusory, the familiar feeling of being connected by blood was incredibly real.

Qianyang held her three daughters tightly, her loneliness and longing erupting in that moment, turning into a torrent of tears.

The four embraced and wept, as if trying to cry back the time they had been apart.

The girls around them looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had absolutely no idea what was going on with this sudden "mother-daughter reunion".

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at Rei, only to see him make a "shh" gesture to everyone, his rainbow-colored eyes showing an unusual gentleness.

So everyone tacitly shut their mouths and quietly watched this touching scene by the campfire.

Thor put away his tail, the angels stopped bickering, and even Satania, who had been clamoring to conquer the sea, sat obediently on the beach, munching on cotton candy and watching them.

Gabriel secretly asked Raphiel, "That aunt... is she really a god? She doesn't seem very powerful."

Raphiel seemed to be deep in thought.

“Her spiritual form is very stable, more like a product of the combination of faith and shrine, and it seems that Ling Qing did something extraordinary just now.”

Ling Qing stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the four people embracing and weeping, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.