She sipped her tea at leisure, as casual as if she were sitting in her own living room.
But then again, to her, this place did indeed count as "her own home."
"But for you..."
Deng's gaze fell on Yun You, carrying a kind of confession she had never shown before.
"Those other identities don't matter. The most important one is only this——"
She tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips hooking into a complex curve, laced with mockery and curiosity, and a trace of indescribable seriousness.
"I'm your mom."
"..."
Yun You was stunned.
The words were a bit too explosive; she couldn't digest them for a while.
But thinking it over carefully, there didn't really seem to be anything wrong with it.
In those time‑spanning visions before, she had seen the process of creating Calamity Demons; she'd watched Deng in the Cosmic Library manufacturing them one by one, then tossing them into the real world like shooting stars to wreak havoc.
