Heyue woke up from the sea of fire, surrounded by only twelve eggs and a group of animals that she couldn't drive away.
He named the first elf to break out of his shell "Bubble." Later, there were Huitong, Lailei, Wuyin, Michael... Twelve elves, not one of them was healthy.
Missing arms and legs, that sounds good. Those who can't speak, those who can't hear, those who forget their way after taking two steps, those whose skin is as cracked as tree bark... The last hope of the elves, a basket of little cripples.
Heyue didn't panic. He planted flowers, raised fruits, made clothes, taught magic, and just raised this litter of cubs.
Until he picked up a man with half of his face disfigured.
There was a red mole on the man's palm, named Ivey. He knows how to refine oxygen spirit beads and is hunted down with a bounty across the continent. During the day, she helped him take care of the baby with a cold face, and at night, she secretly kissed him and pretended to be sleepwalking.
Heyue: "Your sleepwalking accuracy is quite good."
Ivey: "Only for you."
Later, Guiyu appeared and the alliance forced him to surrender.
Heyue said: "No."
Ivey said: "Yueyue, I am willing to die in your hands."
Later, Heyue turned into a sacred tree.
Twelve elves died in the victory.
Ivey died alone in despair.
Then he opened his eyes. Time goes back to two years ago. Heyue is still under the tree, and the cubs are still alive.
He stood under the tree, his hands full of unshed tears from his previous life.
"This time, I won't let you die."
