After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

The cold wind howled, like a mournful wail, raging between heaven and earth.

The heavy snow blanketed the sky, seemingly burying the entire world in endless cold and desolation.

Inside an unassuming thatched hut, a little girl curled up like a wounded animal.

The icy chill, like a bone-chilling knife, mercilessly sliced ​​through the girl's once delicate skin, rampantly burrowing into her flesh and eroding every inch of her body.

The girl kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Even this slight tremor startled the snow covering them, causing it to fall in a flurry.

The faint breath seemed so fragile in the biting cold wind, as if it would be strangled by the cruel cold and disappear into the desolate, icy landscape at any moment.

"don't want!"

The little girl suddenly opened her eyes, a blank look flashing across them like a shooting star.

Immediately, ignoring the biting frostbite on her body, the little girl struggled to her feet from the cold ground and staggered as she pushed open the straw door that seemed ready to be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Those small eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and all that met their eyes was a vast, lifeless white world.

But the little girl stubbornly stood at the door, letting the cold wind blow mercilessly, refusing to take a step.

Woohoo!

Apart from the howling of the cold wind, like that of a wild beast, there was no other sound in my ears.

After an unknown amount of time, the little girl's once hopeful eyes gradually lowered and dimmed, like a light that had been extinguished.

"Perhaps! It really was a dream."

The little girl murmured softly, her voice weak and filled with disappointment, almost inaudible in the cold wind.

Just as she was feeling dejected and slowly walking back into the thatched hut that was covered in snow, she heard barely audible footsteps behind her.

The sound was extremely faint, completely buried in the howling wind and snow. The little girl was so absorbed in her grief that she didn't notice it at all.

It wasn't until a voice rang out that the little girl was pulled back from her deep despair, like a ray of dawn in the darkness.

"Hello!"

This was a gentle and soft male voice.

The little girl's petite body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted.

She quickly turned her small head, and a young man had appeared behind her without her noticing.

The little girl stared wide-eyed at the face in front of her, but she couldn't find the words to describe what kind of face it was.

In the depths of her young heart, the only word that could come to mind was "beautiful".

Just as I've seen in countless dreams, it's as beautiful as ever.

"My name is Jiang Qianqiu."

Unlike the surprise and helplessness when they met in the dream, this time the little girl bravely spoke first.

She timidly stretched out her small palm, which was unlike the delicate palm of other children her age. It was covered with frostbite of all sizes, with new wounds and old marks intertwined, making it look particularly shocking.

The young man paused for a moment, his gaze lingering briefly on the scarred little hand, but then a gentle, spring-like smile appeared on his face.

He slowly extended his large hand, carefully and gently enveloping the little girl's small hand, and said softly, "My name is Shen Shuchou."

Can I hug you?

Jiang Qianqiu spoke timidly, her voice barely audible, filled with a mixture of caution and anticipation.

"Can."

Shen Shuchou responded with a smile.

Upon receiving the response, Xiao Jiang Qianqiu felt as if she had received the most precious permission. She suddenly buried her head in Shen Shuchou's arms, pressing her small head tightly against his warm chest.

"This time, sir, no one can compete with Qianqiu."

Xiao Jiang Qianqiu silently said to herself, filled with endless longing and satisfaction.

Outside, the wind and snow were still as cold and biting as ever, relentlessly ravaging the earth.

Inside the room, two bodies, one large and one small, were tightly embracing, slowly generating a sense of warmth.

This warmth, though faint, seemed to ward off all the harshness of the world, becoming each other's most precious support in this icy and snowy landscape.

......

......

"How can she wake up?"

Fox White sat upright by the bed, her beautiful face filled with worry and anxiety.

At this moment, Jiang Qianqiu's life force was flowing away relentlessly, like a river bursting its banks.

Despite the fox's best efforts, continuously channeling its demonic energy into the body, the fox was unable to stop the attack.

They tried to hold onto that faint hope, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; they were powerless to stop the terrifying trend of life fading away.

Beside the bed, Yan Xuanshi stood quietly, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with worry and solemnity.

In this already oppressive room, Qin Hongyi was nowhere to be seen.

"As you can see from her current state, her consciousness and soul have fallen into another world, and all that remains is a physical body."

Yan Xuanshi spoke slowly in a heavy voice, making everyone's heart tighten.

"Moreover, given her current state, it's no longer something that you or I can awaken her with external forces alone. The only solution right now is to see if she herself is willing to wake up from this other world."

Yan Xuanshi's voice continued to come out.

"If she doesn't wake up, wouldn't that mean she's completely gone?"

Fox White's eyes flashed with a cold light as he stared at Yan Xuanshi.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xuanshi lowered her head and remained silent, for that was indeed the truth.

At this moment, Jiang Qianqiu's consciousness and soul are separated from the Emperor's body. It's okay if it's only for a short time, as the two of them can maintain it for a while.

If too much time passes, Jiang Qianqiu's imperial body will be completely annihilated. When she wants to return, there will be no one to guide her, and she will remain in that world forever.

"Little Jiang Qianqiu, your sister will definitely wake you up."

Fox White held Jiang Qianqiu's hand tightly, speaking softly yet with unwavering determination.

Immediately, Hu Baibai slowly stood up, looked coldly at Yan Xuanshi again, and said in a stern voice, "If anything happens to my Jiang Qianqiu, neither of you will escape."

No matter what, Jiang Qianqiu ended up in such a dangerous situation because of her, and Hu Baibai could not sit idly by.

Moreover, if Shen Shuchou were to find out about Jiang Qianqiu's current state, Hu Baibai wouldn't even dare to imagine what would happen to him.

After speaking, Hu Baibai brushed past her. She was about to go out to borrow the secret manuals of various sects in the Silver Flow Land. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, she would do everything in her power to find a way to revive Jiang Qianqiu.

Stepping out of the room, I saw several figures standing in the courtyard.

Yu Shuiwei, Zuo Shu, Feng Yangzi, Mei Yan, and Gu Mo were all waiting here.

And this is precisely that little courtyard in the woods.