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

Between heaven and earth, everything was pure white, as if the entire world was enveloped in this pristine color.

The heavy snow fell from the leaden sky, painting an endless expanse of white.

The biting wind, carrying a sharp chill, stung the skin like icy needles, and every breath of air seemed frozen.

In front of this white wasteland ravaged by wind and snow, a wooden house stands alone.

The dim candlelight flickered softly through the windowpane covered with a thin layer of snow, adding a touch of warmth to this cold world.

Fifth Book Shuang stared blankly at everything around him, his mind a complete mess.

She clearly remembered that she was just cultivating with Shen Xuejian in her own courtyard, how did she end up in this place in the blink of an eye?

But when his gaze fell on the wooden house not far away, a strange sense of familiarity surged into his heart like a tide.

It felt as if the two most important people in her life were right there in the house. The moment the thought crossed her mind, she couldn't wait to move.

The soles of the boots sank into the soft, deep snow, making a "crunch, crunch" sound.

A biting wind howled past, causing her slender waist to bend slightly, and a few strands of hair broke free from their restraints, dancing wildly in the wind.

Snowflakes drifted down lightly, mingling with the strands of hair around their ears, instantly turning into glistening water droplets.

After walking for an unknown amount of time in the icy and snowy landscape, Fifth Book's steps became unsteady, and he finally made his way to the window of the wooden house.

The cold wind whipped snowflakes against her cheeks, but she was completely unaware.

My gaze froze instantly through the frost-covered windowpane, and I stiffened as if frozen in place, my pupils contracting violently out of control.

The flickering candlelight inside cast two overlapping shadows on the wall.

The woman's posture resembled spring vines entwining around a beautiful tree; as her slender waist trembled slightly, her pearl hairpins and tassels swayed gently with the rhythm, casting shimmering light on the celadon screen.

When she parted her lips slightly, her murmurs transformed into the night-blooming cereus, its subtle fragrance wafting through the air, even imbuing the camphor incense on her desk with a touch of allure.

Her cherry lips were slightly parted, delicate and alluring, like a rose in full bloom in spring.

Through the fogged glass, Fifth Shushuang's pupils suddenly contracted, her fingertips clenched involuntarily, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

Just then, the woman inside, who was looking up, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned her head around.

The moment their eyes met, a charming smile curved the corners of the woman's lips.

That smile, however, was like the frost of the twelfth lunar month, piercing straight into Fifth Shu Shuang's heart, instantly overwhelming her with anger and chill.

"Fifth Qinghan!"

Fifth Shushuang's voice sounded as if it had been sanded, hoarse and filled with endless shock.

The face that came into view bore a striking resemblance to hers; it was her younger sister.

Looking down, the other body was none other than Shen Shuchou.

Witnessing this scene, Fifth Book's rational defenses collapsed.

Like a maddened beast trapped in a cage, she frantically pounded on the window with both hands and roared hysterically.

But the tightly closed doors and windows were like an insurmountable chasm, shutting out her anger and despair.

"Why... Qinghan, why are you doing this to me?"

The fifth book's voice was broken and sorrowful.

The Fifth Qinghan inside the room seemed oblivious, and his actions became even more arrogant.

That originally charming smile gradually twisted, revealing a strange and morbid quality. The chill emanating from her body seemed to freeze the Fifth Book Shuang outside the window completely.

After a long while, Fifth Qinghan stopped what she was doing, tilted her head, and stared at Fifth Shushuang with eyes like a snake: "Sister, you're too late. Now Brother Shen is mine alone."

"How did you end up like this?"

Fifth Book Shuang curled up in pain, his voice filled with disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Fifth Qinghan's face instantly turned ashen, his features contorted and appearing particularly ferocious.

She grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth, and said, word by word, "It's all your fault! Why should I look exactly like you? Just because I was born a few seconds later, you've surpassed me in every way and become the older sister in everyone's eyes."

"From childhood to adulthood, everything has been yours, even Brother Shen wanted to marry you... But it doesn't matter, now Brother Shen belongs only to me. This round, you lost, sister!"

Fifth Qinghan let out a low, sneer.