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She was once a small flower in the mortal realm, and after a thousand years of cultivation and waiting, she finally became a deity. The Heavenly Emperor had conferred upon her the title of "Mirror Flower Fairy." Living a carefree life in the Hundred Flower Palace, the Flower Goddess had always doted on her, treating her like a daughter. For hundreds of years, the motherly Flower Goddess had cared for her, but one day, she no longer wore a smile.
That day marked her five hundredth celestial birthday. The Flower Goddess and several flower fairies came to her Starlit Garden with gifts, but everything felt like mere embellishments; no matter how beautiful the offerings were, they paled in comparison to her presence. She gazed dreamily with her eyes wide open, her long eyelashes slightly curled, a small and upright nose, and her cherry-like lips slightly raised. Her gown, woven with golden powder, flowed to the ground, while silver threads wrapped around her arms. Her long black hair cascaded down, fluttering gently at the tips—such unparalleled elegance.
She slowly raised an ivory-white jade hand toward the distance, as if trying to touch a place that was beyond her reach.
The Flower Goddess exchanged glances with the other fairies, who then set down their gifts and dispersed. She walked over to her side and softly asked, "What is troubling you, my child?"
"I should be satisfied now, right, Your Highness?" Her clear eyes glimmered with a thin mist, revealing a hint of darkness that she should not possess—desire for the first time.
"My child, you should know how much I cherish you," the Flower Goddess sighed.
"You promised that when I turned five hundred, you would grant me a wish."
"Have you thought this through?"
"I have always been resolute."
"You are aware that this is wrong."
"A few days will be enough; let me stay by his side. This is my final wish," she pleaded.
"Go then, see the mortal realm again, but remember to return soon." Finally, the Flower Goddess relented and smiled.
"Thank you, Your Highness." She finally smiled back.
"Remember, never be infatuated with the mortal world, for it will destroy others' Fate."
"Yes." Perhaps she had waited a long time for this moment, perhaps she was moved by the Flower Goddess's love for her, or perhaps it was the thought of seeing him again soon that made her shed a tear.
Soon, she vanished from the divine realm, and the Flower Goddess picked up that tear, treating it like a treasure. With a sigh, she accepted that this was the child's fate.
She transformed once more into a small flower, its petals a light purple, translucent like thin gauze. It had a total of eighteen petals; three were cupped upwards, six grew diagonally around the top three, while the remaining nine hung slightly downwards with their tips curling inward. Although the color was a bit lighter, it was extremely elegant. Under the sunlight, it shimmered with a golden glow; needless to say, she was the most beautiful flower among Chen Fan.
Thus, she quietly bloomed in the flowerbed, reminiscing about their first encounter.
She had grown alone on the desolate and steep mountaintop, without any kindred spirits, unaware of how many years had passed. Suddenly, thunder roared, lightning danced wildly, and heavy rain poured down; it seemed that the Heavenly Tribulation had begun again. She clearly remembered that there were once several plants here, all waiting for the day they could become immortal. However, every ten years or so, such Heavenly Tribulations would occur. Those who could not endure were shattered to pieces, and those with weaker constitutions would die and be reborn in the underworld. Yet she resolutely chose to ascend to the divine realm.
Faced with the fear of the unknown, she simply chose to close her eyes. Suddenly, did the rain stop? She opened her eyes in confusion.
Upon opening her eyes, she found an umbrella shielding her from the rain and a young man beside her.
The young man appeared to be around twenty years old; he had the warmest face, especially his eyes. Just one glance was unforgettable; they were such special eyes, like stars in the sky. She thought to herself that the Heavenly Emperor must particularly favor him to grant him such beautiful eyes. This was the first time she had encountered such a wonderful being.
The young man softly said, "I didn't expect to find such a beautiful flower on this barren mountaintop." Suddenly, she felt that not only did he have beautiful eyes but also a voice filled with warmth.
Hearing this, she shyly swayed her leaves slightly. She hoped for another night of conversation with him.
However, he said little more and held the umbrella over her as the rain continued throughout the night.
The next day at dawn, as the rain began to ease, he slowly got up to put away the umbrella and said softly, "Wait for me to return."
She didn't know why, but her heart trembled as she looked at the departing figure and whispered to herself, "I will wait for you."
However, that man never appeared again. The Heavenly Tribulation came time and time again, and she began to realize that he would not come back; after all, human lifespans are limited.
Slowly, she began to fall into a deep sleep, never to open her eyes and see this world again. Until one day, her body felt light as a feather; that day, she became an immortal.
Yet, there was always a regret in her heart—she longed to see him just once more. Little did she know that the regret would transform into an uncontrollable desire.
A sudden sound of footsteps interrupted her memories, causing her heart to tremble inexplicably. The Flower Goddess gave herself a chance, a new beginning; she was finally going to meet him again.
"It's blooming! Finally, the most beautiful flower in the world has bloomed!" The man's voice was filled with excitement, his enthusiasm unmistakable.
"It’s him, no doubt about it," she thought.
"It must be my sincerity that moved the Heavenly Will, allowing you to be bestowed upon me, right?" The man gently squatted beside her. His beautiful eyes still sparkled brightly, and his voice remained melodious. Finally, she had truly found him.
She lightly swayed her leaves as if agreeing with his words.
Thus, he took care of her every day with great care and would often stay by her side talking to her. Each of her petals drooped with his sadness and rose with his happiness; no matter the posture, they bloomed so enchantingly.
"There is no flower as beautiful as you. How about I give you a name? Let's call you the Mirror Flower Fairy, shall we?"
She happily swayed in response. A name? She really didn’t have one, except for when the Heavenly Emperor once referred to her as the Mirror Flower Fairy. This coincidence suddenly made her uneasy as thoughts of fate crossed her mind.
She chose to ignore that unease and happily stayed by his side. By the way, what was his name?
One evening, he quietly watched her in a daze. After a long while, he reached out to touch each of her petals and said, "Thank you," before walking away.
Not long after he left, a portal appeared before her. She knew clearly that her time had come. She hesitated; if she missed this door, it wouldn't be long before she would disappear forever.
Rather than remain in the divine realm, immortal and unchanging, she preferred to stay by his side and feel a few more days of warmth. In the end, she made up her mind and watched helplessly as the portal vanished.
On a new day, she waited for his arrival as usual, but he was late. After waiting for a long time, a voice shattered all her hopes.
"Mirror, don't rush off so quickly; be careful not to fall," the man said anxiously.
"I want to see the most beautiful flower you mentioned," the woman's voice was gentle, revealing a bittersweet happiness.
"Right here, look."
"It's truly beautiful. I've never seen a flower more exquisite than this; it resembles one my mother painted."
"Yes, with it on your wedding dress, you will surely be the most beautiful bride."
Upon hearing this, the woman's face flushed slightly, filled with reluctance.
"Are you willing to cut it?"
"I told you, I will find the most beautiful flower to marry you."
As the sun set, a sweet couple embraced each other. This scene pierced her heart deeply; the surroundings began to blur. By the time she slowly regained her composure, night had fallen, leaving only herself behind.
"Child, come back when you understand," came the voice of the Flower Goddess.
"Tell me, what is going on?" I asked hoarsely, struggling to speak.
"Alright, I will let you completely give up."
It turns out that Miss Mirror had a mother who loved flowers as if they were her life. Her father deeply loved his wife. One day, the lady said she dreamed of a very beautiful flower that protected her; it was a flower of immortality. She drew the flower's likeness and longed to find it every day. To make his wife happy, the lord sent people every day to bring different flowers, each one exceptionally beautiful. Although his wife accepted them with a smile, she still felt regret that they were not the flower from her dream.
Beauty is often short-lived; the lady passed away early. Before she died, she told her husband that marrying him in this life was her greatest happiness. If he could find the flower she spoke of, then in the next life, they would meet again.
This was originally a nonsensical tale, destined to be an illusion. However, the lord's love was profound, and he made a decision.
Whoever found the flower described by his wife would have his daughter promised to them and would also receive a portion of the family wealth. Once this news spread, it stirred the entire town, and everyone desperately searched for that flower.
Before long, news came that a young man traveling from the south had found a flower that closely resembled the one in the lady's drawing. The lord was so pleased that he decided to immediately promise his daughter to him.
Miss Mirror was anxious and sent word urging him to find an even more beautiful flower; otherwise, she would have to marry someone else.
He immediately went to the mountain to gather flowers, which reminded him of her from their first encounter. However, it was dark at night, the mountain path was steep, and it began to rain heavily. He fell down the mountain and by the time his family found him, it was too late; Miss Mirror had already become engaged.
So this is how it was; everything made sense now. Why he never appeared again back then, why he named her Mirror Flower Fairy—everything he did was for someone else.
"Tell me, child, what is your choice now?"
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