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

Sometimes, the first encounter between people is a foreshadowing quietly planted by fate, an overture played unintentionally by destiny.

That fleeting moment, like a shooting star streaking across the brilliant night sky, is enough to leave an indelible mark on each other's hearts, though it is gone in an instant.

That year, she was only fourteen, just like the most charming spring of a young girl, a time when she should have blossomed into a beautiful young woman, but instead she suffered the calamity of her entire family being wiped out by her enemies.

His former prestige and peace vanished in an instant, leaving him a homeless dog with a gleaming sword hanging over his head, ready to perish at any moment.

That year, he was eighteen years old. As the third young master of the Shen family, who was not well-liked, he always wore an elegant white robe.

Snowflakes fell in a flurry, like a cold veil, shrouding the world in a pale white.

She was trapped in the relentless snowstorm, surrounded by the chilling sight of countless swords flashing.

The icy snowflakes kissed her skin relentlessly, but they were nothing compared to the chill in her heart.

At this critical moment of life and death, he appeared in a snow-white robe, like an immortal walking on snow.

At that moment, the girl's gaze was fixed on the ethereal figure of the boy in white.

He was like a celestial being descending from the clouds, radiating an irresistible charm.

Swords and blades, blood and snow, flowed like a stream in the world before the girl's eyes.

The chaotic and bloody scene left her mind blank; the whole world seemed to consist only of this cruel and bizarre image.

The girl didn't know how much time had passed—a long time or a moment—when the wind and snow gradually stopped, and the boy's movements also ceased. Around him lay blood-stained corpses.

The shocking sight made the girl's breathing quicken.

But on the boy's white clothes, there was only pure white snow, not a single drop of blood.

He stood there quietly, like a god in the snow, noble and inviolable.

The boy approached her with a smile, a smile as warm as a spring breeze, but it failed to dispel the fear in the girl's heart.

The girl retreated timidly, her eyes darting back like a wounded little animal, wary of the unknown.

It wasn't until the boy said something that the girl stopped in her tracks.

She would never forget the words he said to her; those words would stay with her for the rest of her life.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Let me introduce myself. I am your betrothed husband, and you are my betrothed wife."

This was also their first encounter. Amidst the swirling snow and the glint of swords, the only thing left in the world was their gaze meeting.

The connection between their destinies was established during this first encounter.

Like two lines that were originally parallel, they now intersect.

The world shattered, and my thoughts slowly returned to reality; this was still the same bar that had closed.

Fifth Shushuang, dressed in a red wedding gown, held Shen Shuchou tightly in her arms.

"My lord!"

"Husband, please open your eyes and look at me. I am your wife, I am Shushuang."

Fifth Book Shuang's hand trembled as she stroked the familiar face in her arms, her voice trembling with sobs.

The phoenix coronet and wedding robes covering her head had been removed at some point, revealing a beautiful face that was both alluring and captivating.

Her delicate features, glistening with tears, appeared even more captivating.

Those eyes were as deep as a quiet, mysterious lake, and the ripples on them stirred up endless sorrow and longing.

wife?

Two books?

Xianggong?

Deep within his hazy and confused consciousness, Shen Shuchou desperately wanted to respond.

His soul was screaming and struggling, but at this moment he could not open his heavy eyes or open his parched mouth no matter what he did.

"My dear sister, what's the use of just shouting? You should save him!"

At that moment, an impatient voice suddenly rang out from the depths of Fifth Book Shuang's heart.

This sudden sound instantly shattered Fifth Shushuang's already chaotic thoughts, making them even more fragmented.

But then, she tried to calm herself down and said in a soft but slightly trembling voice, "How do you know I didn't save him? It's just that my husband is in a strange state right now, and the situation is extremely complicated."

"If you can't do it, then hand over control of your body to me. If it weren't for you, how could my husband have gotten into this mess? The one who should have died is you, my dear sister."

The voice in her heart suddenly became sharp, completely disregarding Fifth Shu Shuang's words, and then sneered.

Upon hearing the chilling laugh from the depths of her heart, Fifth Sister trembled slightly before falling into deep silence.

Shen Shuchou's death was inextricably linked to her.

This scar, like a nightmare she can never escape, is the darkest pain in the depths of her heart.

Even though time flies and many years have passed, whenever the tide of memories quietly rises, the heart-wrenching pain still makes her feel like she is dying.

Now, this scar has been ruthlessly ripped open by the voice in her heart, but Fifth Shu Shuang does not blame that voice at all.

The voice in her heart belonged to her sister, her biological sister, Fifth Qinghan, or perhaps the two were one and the same.

Because they have two bodies, but share a single soul.

"Fifth Shushuang, hand over control of your body to me. What you can't do, I will do."

Fifth Qinghan's voice grew increasingly cold, carrying an air of undeniable authority.

Upon hearing Fifth Qinghan's firm words, Fifth Shushuang shook her head slightly, her face full of worry and concern.

She knew her younger sister's personality very well; the two sisters loved Shen Shuchou just as much.

However, their love is polar opposites. Fifth Book's love is gentle, with tenderness and sweetness, warm and pleasant.

But Fifth Qinghan's love was an extreme form of madness.

Her passionate heart burned like a raging fire, wild and reckless.

She wanted to keep Shen Shuchou by her side at all times, not even for a moment. It seemed that only when Shen Shuchou completely belonged to her could she feel at ease.

In Fifth Shushuang's memory, her younger sister Fifth Qinghan had always been timid as a mouse.

In a crowd, she always timidly hid in a corner, afraid to make eye contact with people.

She was quiet and didn't like to dress up. While other children her age were out having fun in groups, she preferred to hide in a small corner where she was all alone, as if that little corner was her whole world.

But ever since the Fifth Family was wiped out by their enemies, and then brought back to the Shen Mansion by her husband, Fifth Qinghan has changed.

I've become less timid and no longer enjoy being alone in a corner.

At first, Wu Shushuang was pleased with her younger sister's change, feeling that her sister had finally begun to bravely face the world and try to step out of her own little world.

But over time, she gradually discovered the morbid and obsessive desires that her younger sister, Fifth Qinghan, was gradually revealing.

And all of this was because of her husband; that almost twisted love naturally fell entirely on him.

But Fifth Qinghan's madness goes far beyond that.

She even wanted to possess Shen Shuchou and become his real wife, so she poisoned herself in an attempt to kill her own sister.

That vicious mind, like a venomous snake in the dark, sends chills down one's spine.

After the plot was exposed, Fifth Qinghan secretly kidnapped Shen Shuchou and subjected him to three months of insane torture.

Her twisted mind ran rampant with madness during those three months. In the end, she even tried to dig out her husband's heart and swallow it. Such a depraved act was truly horrifying.

Fortunately, she arrived in time and prevented this horrific tragedy.

After this incident, Fifth Qinghan disappeared from their sight, only to reappear at the moment of life and death.

If we really handed over control of her body, who knows what reckless things she might do.

She had finally found a husband, and she absolutely could not allow any more trouble to occur now.

Sometimes, even Wu Shushuang felt that Wu Qinghan was another side hidden deep within her gentleness.

They were born each possessing half of a remnant soul, with Fifth Shushuang as the primary soul and Fifth Qinghan as the secondary soul.

As a result, the two sisters were always frail and sickly from a young age.

"You wretch, I want you to give me control. My husband can only be my, Wu Qinghan's. You are not worthy to be his wife."

Seeing that Fifth Shushuang remained silent, Fifth Qinghan's voice became increasingly resentful.

The voice sounded like a curse, or a poisonous spell; every word was filled with deep malice and twisted obsession.

The term of address also changed from the sarcastic "older sister" to "bitch".

This seemingly minor difference in wording encapsulates the rapid deterioration of the relationship between the sisters and the madness within Fifth Qinghan's heart.

At the same time, a powerful force is constantly gathering within the Fifth Book Twin's body.

This power was cold and violent, seemingly intent on taking control of the body with overwhelming force, revealing Fifth Qinghan's almost insane desires.

Fifth Book's bright eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flashing in them. A cold smile curled her lips as she scoffed, "Insolence! You and I are one person. How can there be a distinction between 'you' and 'me' when it comes to who your husband belongs to?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tyrannical power within him was easily suppressed by Fifth Book.

Inside the bar, a long silence fell, creating a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

After a short while, Fifth Qinghan's voice came again.

She remained as cold as ever, her voice still filled with venomous hatred: "Fifth Shushuang, one day I will definitely kill you, and my husband will only ever be mine. I will definitely do it, and I look forward to that day."

The way Fifth Qinghan addressed her changed again. This time, she called her by her full name. Although she no longer used terms like "bitch," the murderous intent in her words was not hidden in the slightest.

Then, Fifth Qinghan fell completely silent, as if the voice had never appeared.

Fifth Sister Shu Shuang sighed slightly. The relationship between the two sisters had already cracked the moment they met Shen Shu Chou.

After Shen Shuchou left that world, and then went to the fifth Qing Hanrong Soul, the two rarely spoke to each other, and the only times they did speak were because of Shen Shuchou.

Now she has finally found Shen Shuchou, and Fifth Qinghan's morbid ambition has resurfaced.

But this time, Fifth Book Shuang will never let her appear again, not even for a moment.

Think of it that way! Fifth Shu Shuang once again looked at Shen Shu Chou in her arms.

She whispered, "My husband! Shushuang has always been waiting for you to marry me."

Her voice was as soft as silk, filled with endless affection and anticipation.