A night of silence.
Xue Qingcheng slept soundly, unlike deep sleep, it was the first night of a human being, sleeping very peacefully.
When she got up, she found a few pieces of bread and milk on the table.
She had never tasted these before, so naturally, she wanted to try them.
The taste was definitely not bad.
She slowly savored them, not finishing everything.
Stepping out of the Dao Boat, she finally felt what the taste of being human was like.
Very comfortable.
Very reasonable.
No wonder those of the Ancient Times wanted to become human, but they didn't succeed.
And through deep sleep and research, they finally succeeded.
It's just that the methods seemed a bit cruel, but of course, she had no choice. Without such measures, how could they succeed?
Moreover, success has always been about going to any lengths because only by succeeding can one write their own destiny.
Flaws exist if you want them to and don't if you don't.
