The Only Purifying-Class Cub in the Galaxy

Xixi is a delicate, demanding little lantern-flower child. Adorable and cute, but not much going on upstairs. Across the entire galaxy, this is an exceptionally rare and precious flower species, yet one has appeared on a remote planet short on resources. He was abandoned in a heap of ruins, too weak to move. Just when he thought he was about to starve to death, a pair of equally small hands picked him up. A cold, childish voice asked, "You filthy little flower, are you all right?" Lu Shuo is a cold, amnesiac child with powerful abilities that rival an adult's. He can survive on his own. Out of compassion, he rescued the little lantern flower, and from then on he had a clingy, fussy little crybaby by his side. When happy, flowers bloomed on his head. When unhappy, he let them wilt. He had to sleep in Lu Shuo's arms and hold his hand while walking. If Lu Shuo left for even a few minutes, he got anxious and searched everywhere for him. He was not only clingy and a crybaby, but a little dim too. He tried to whip someone with a vine, but ended up tying himself up. He tried to prick someone with his flower thorns, but stuck them all into his own palm. In the end, he wailed and cried, and Lu Shuo had to comfort him. Lu Shuo: Sigh.jpg Life is hard. The cool kid sighs. But this little lantern flower had a nearly extinct purification ability that could help stabilize Lu Shuo's constantly out-of-control powers. So Lu Shuo tightened his belt. He'd rather starve himself than let the little flower go hungry. No matter how hard it was, he would raise the little flower until he was plump and rosy. In the year 105 of the interstellar era, a major event rocked the empire. The emperor and empress's most beloved youngest son mysteriously disappeared from the imperial palace. He was a little lantern flower, the only one to inherit the queen's purification ability. He was also the only purification-type child in the entire galaxy. From then on, grief shrouded the whole empire. Until, years later, the Lu family's genius young man returned from his travels. And by his side was a pink-and-white little lantern-flower child. *A soft, delicate little treasure and his cold but doting childhood-friend big brother *Child-rearing story / four-year age gap / romance starts after they reach adulthood ☆Coming soon: "Wife, Please Look at Me"☆ Lu Shiwen once scorned Pei Wu's wholehearted devotion. By the time he came to his senses and realized he had fallen in love with Pei Wu, Pei Wu had already lost hope and left. He started over with someone else and never looked back. Lu Shiwen wasn't even worthy of joining the race to win his wife back. Lu Shiwen drowned his sorrows in alcohol and got completely drunk. When he woke, he discovered he had returned to ten years earlier, before anything had even begun. Eighteen-year-old Pei Wu was fresh-faced and innocent, soft and sweet, a beautiful young man as pure as white jade. Lu Shiwen was filled with regret and desire. But beside Pei Wu, he also saw his own eighteen-year-old self: bad-tempered, quick to anger, obnoxious, and a complete idiot. Lu Shiwen clenched his fists and smoked furiously to calm down. That's me. I can't hit myself. I can't hit myself... At first, Lu Shiwen wanted to get his younger self together with Pei Wu. He had already lost Pei Wu and didn't want to watch another version of himself live with regret. But no matter how plainly or subtly he hinted, or how earnestly he tried to talk sense into him, his eighteen-year-old self was just an idiot "Can you stop meddling in my business? What does it have to do with you?" "I told you I don't like him. Can you stop bothering me?" "You're so invested because you like him, right? Then go after him. I don't like him anyway." Lu Shiwen clenched his fists and finally understood just how infuriating his younger self could be. Lu Shiwen: Fine. I'll do it myself. Lu Shiwen: That little punk doesn't deserve him at all. *A terrible jerk turned devoted husband gong X a sweet, well-behaved beauty shou Theme: Don't give up when faced with difficulties. Write your own miracle