She had a blue dress just like that one too.

Third Brother had once told her: “Books are written about amazing people, recording the great things they did in their lifetimes.”

And she—the future little Divine Sovereign of Heaven and Sea— was obviously incredible enough to be written into a book!

Thinking this, Can-Can proudly cradled the book in her small hands, muttering to herself: “Third Brother said a name would be written inside. Where’s Can-Can’s name?”

She pointed her soft, chubby finger at the text on the cover, her smile radiant: “This is Can-Can’s name!”

Carefully, she pointed at the characters and read them one by one:

“Dragon (海)…”
“Can (的)…”
“Can (女)…”

She paused at the fourth character.

Qi Sen said quietly, “See? Your name isn’t there.”

He reached out, intending to gently pull the book from her hands—

But Can-Can pointed seriously at the fourth character and chirped:

“Period!”

Qi Sen: ???

“That’s a period.” Can-Can blinked, her little face sincere.

Qi Sen: ???

This little bean… she was too talented.

Chapter 2: Can-Can

Can-Can lifted the book high above her head, proudly shaking her little head like a happy puppy.

“Second Brother, you can’t fool Can-Can!”

Qi Sen opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then asked:

“Your father made you memorize such long sentences… but he didn’t teach you how to read?”

Can-Can shook her head seriously.

“Daddy said learning to read means the beginning of growing up. And Can-Can doesn’t need to grow up yet.”

A hundred years ago, every time she tried to follow Third Brother to the private academy, Daddy would catch her by the collar and drag her back. Mommy would laugh and say that she was still a little baby, that this was the age to play freely — no need for studying or learning characters. It was enough just to memorize the “Can-Can Growth Manual.”

Qi Sen fell silent.

Her family… was truly one of a kind.

He lowered his head.

Can-Can was still looking up at him, her face full of pure joy, as if she’d discovered some priceless treasure.

Qi Sen’s cold, guarded features softened a little.

He crouched down and gently pried away the tiny hand clutching his shirt hem.

“I don’t have a little sister,” he said quietly. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

After all, he had grown up in the shadows— unwanted by foster parents, burdened with a messy, broken home. How could someone like him have a little sister so soft, so sweet, whose smile curved like two gentle crescent moons, whose dimples were as sweet as candy, who looked like a living marshmallow?

Even the little hand holding his shirt had been so soft and warm, it made him hesitate to let go.

Can-Can nodded her little head firmly, her twin pigtails bobbing and drooping slightly, making her look even more adorable.

She spoke in her soft, milky voice:

“You are my Second Brother.”

From the small cloth pouch at her side, she clumsily pulled out two peaches, each bigger than Qi Sen’s own fists.

She cradled them carefully in her arms, tiptoed, and lifted them up toward him, offering them like precious treasures:

“Second Brother, look! These are the peaches you gave Can-Can!”

Qi Sen gave a bitter smile.

He had never even met her. How could he have given her peaches?

Glancing at his watch, he saw there were only ten minutes left before class.

He frowned slightly.

The next period was homeroom. After the disastrous math exam results, their class had ranked dead last in the entire grade — they were surely about to get a scolding from the homeroom teacher. But right now, he couldn’t worry about that.

“Do you remember your father’s, mother’s, or brothers’ names? Or their phone numbers?” “I’ll take you to find a police officer. They’ll help you.”

Can-Can hugged the peaches tightly to her chest, her little mouth pouting in unhappiness.

Second Brother still didn’t believe her.

She sneaked a glance at him, then lowered her head and mumbled to the ground:

“Can-Can already found Second Brother… There’s no need to find the police.”

Third Brother had taught her:

“When you’re in trouble, find the police uncle for help.”

But now, she wasn’t in trouble.

She had found her Second Brother.

Truly found him.

Even though they’d only met once before, Can-Can was absolutely certain.

He was the great God Qi Sen of the Ninth Heaven, the mighty, awe-inspiring protector of all realms.

And he was also—

The gentle Second Brother from eighteen years ago, the one who had brought her two immortal peaches, the one who had ruffled her hair and coaxed her to eat, the one who, amidst the roaring thunder of the Forget-Immortal Sea, had covered her ears and made peaches race against each other to make her laugh.

After that meeting, Can-Can had never seen him again.

Her father, her mother, her First Brother, her Third Brother— they had all disappeared together.

Left alone, Can-Can cried so hard in the sleeping palace that she could hardly breathe. Across the Nine Provinces and Four Seas, storms raged, thunder roared for days on end, causing endless chaos among the realms.

Yet no one could calm her.

It was said that even her Master, the great King Yama, had needed only the time it took an incense stick to burn to finally quiet her cries.