She was a little flying fish on Nuwa's desk in ancient times. She had been sleeping for thousands of years before she woke up, but she didn't know that the world had changed. He was a carefree immortal who didn't care about worldly affairs. He was indifferent when the gods fought. When the gods disappeared, he remained the same. His indifference was infuriated by both humans and gods, but no one dared to stand up to him, simply because he was one of the remaining ancient gods, and his divine roots were even inferior to those of the Emperor of Heaven.
But when he met her, his indifference for hundreds of millions of years was no match for her toothy smile...
Many years later...
He hit her on the head out of habit, but she dodged and said, "I am no longer the little fish who splashed Yaochi jade dew wantonly in your cup."
He stubbornly caught her back and said, "You don't have to be a little fish. As long as you are you, it's still mine."