Knowing the Lonely Pillow, I End My Solitude

As a stone spirit, A Mian never expected she would one day bloom like a stone and turn into a flower spirit. What can she say? It actually feels pretty nice. Is there no future for spirits in this world? Has the big boss of the spirit realm already paved the shortcut to immortality for her? Fine, then she'll just have to reluctantly cultivate her way to immortality. But can someone tell her why immortals have to farm, too? She really can't do it! And the immortal next door is so gentle, so gentle that... something feels off. As it turns out, all of this really was a conspiracy! A Mian thinks that, after all, you can only trust the little one you raised yourself. But somehow, she seems to have raised him all wrong, too. Fu Cheng: Sister, didn't you dote on me ever since I was little? Why are you avoiding me now? A Mian: Show some respect. Going by our original seniority, you should be treating me like your own mother. Fu Cheng, now a Demon Lord, says: Got it, li↘ttle↘ an↘ces↘tor~