"Then have you thought about it, my little crescent moon?" The god on the throne asked with a smile, and the white-haired girl under the throne seemed to be thinking about something, "I am willing, but you can't go back on the things you agreed on!" The girl raised her head and looked at the god who resurrected her, "Hey, are you good this time? From now on, you will be the daughter of Gaia, the will of the universe, and I will be your mother." The god on the throne raised his hand and touched the girl's head and said, "Mom, mom."...
