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

Shao Miao slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was the familiar scene of her own bedroom.

She looked around at everything, momentarily dazed, her eyes showing a hint of bewilderment, after all, this was her home, a place she knew all too well.

"My head hurts so much!"

Shao Miao couldn't help but gasp softly.

She gently rubbed her head while slowly sitting up straight on the bed.

After a while, Shao Miao gradually began to sort out the memories in her mind.

She remembered that in the last moment of her memory, she was surrounded by a group of people, and filled with despair, she slowly closed her eyes.

Just then, I faintly heard footsteps.

However, before she could even look in the direction of the sound, she lost consciousness.

"Who exactly is that person?"

"Could it be Shen Shuchou?"

"How is he now? Is he alright?"

"Was it him who brought me back?"

Countless questions flooded Shao Miao's mind like a tidal wave, leaving her little head overwhelmed.

Shen Shuchou's image lingered in her mind with countless questions.

Just then, a figure pushed open the bedroom door and came into view.

The visitor was a woman in her forties, who always wore a jade bracelet on her wrist.

Holding a bowl of fragrant chicken soup, it was Shao Miao's mother, Li Ming.

When Shao Miao saw her mother, she softly called out "Mom" and hurriedly got out of bed to take the soup bowl.

Li Ming gently brushed a stray strand of her daughter's hair with her fingertips, her voice filled with tender concern: "Drink it while it's hot."

"Mmm!" Shao Miao responded softly.

The porcelain spoon clinked against the rim of the bowl. Shao Miao had just taken a sip of soup when she suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly put down her bowl: "Mom! How did I get back?"

Li Ming's fingertips paused briefly on the strands of hair entwined around Shao Miao's wrist, then she said calmly and in a light tone, "You came back on your own."

"You came back by yourself?"

Upon hearing her mother's answer, Shao Miao subconsciously repeated it softly.

She tried hard to search her memory for relevant information, but found nothing. However, out of trust in her mother, she did not doubt Li Ming's words.

After a moment's thought, she tentatively asked, "Mom, did you see anyone else come back with me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a meaningful look flashed across Li Ming's eyes, almost imperceptibly.

Shao Miao noticed the subtle change in her mother's eyes and realized that her question seemed inappropriate. Feeling a little guilty, she quickly avoided Li Ming's gaze.

Li Ming slowly withdrew her gaze and said in a calm tone, "No, you came back by yourself."

"Mmm!" Shao Miao lowered her head and responded softly.

At this moment, her mind was filled with the image of Shen Shuchou, and the blank memory that she could not recall no matter how hard she tried.

"Wonderful!"

Just then, Li Ming's soft voice rang out again.

Shao Miao raised her head again when she heard the call.

Li Ming reached out a hand and gently stroked Shao Miao's head, saying earnestly, "Mom won't stop you from dating."

Upon hearing this, Shao Miao's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple, making her extremely beautiful.

She suddenly panicked, wanting to explain something incoherently, but didn't know where to begin.

However, Li Ming's next words immediately rang in her ears: "But you have to choose the right person; some people are simply not right for you."

In an instant, the blush on Shao Miao's face vanished without a trace, as if extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

She stared blankly at Li Ming in front of her, a sudden sense of fear rising in her heart.

She knew very well that her mother must already know about Shen Shuchou's existence to say such a thing.

The meaning of her mother's words was crystal clear: she did not approve of her being with Shen Shuchou.

Although, as things stand, there is no clear relationship between her and Shen Shuchou, and Shen Shuchou seems to be deliberately avoiding her.

But in Shao Miao's heart, that feeling that belonged only to her had already quietly sprouted, taken root, and gradually grown strong.

"Why...?"

Shao Miao murmured, her voice filled with incomprehension and resentment.

As Shao Miao grew up and came to understand the difficult situation her mother, Li Ming, had faced over the years, she always presented herself as a well-behaved girl.

Over the years, she has always obeyed Li Mingyan's orders without ever uttering a word of dissent.

However, this time, when her mother's words were like a sharp blade, trying to sever the budding girlish feelings in her heart, she mustered the courage to speak out against it for the first time in her life.

Li Ming gazed quietly at her daughter, seeing the stubbornness and reluctance in her eyes, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

But soon, her expression hardened, and she said again, "There's no reason, he's just not right for you."

Hearing her mother's unquestionable answer, Shao Miao felt a surge of bitter resentment welling up in her heart.

"How can you be sure it won't suit you if you haven't even tried it?"

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of being overheard, yet it carried a hint of suppressed stubbornness.

This time, Li Ming did not directly address Shao Miao's questions. Instead, her expression darkened, and her tone was calm yet heavy: "Mom is dying."

"How could that be!"

Upon hearing this, Shao Miao was immediately shocked.

As if electrocuted, he jumped up from the bed, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

"Let's leave here in a few days. Everything Mom has done is for your own good." Li Ming's tone was calm, but her words left no room for argument.

After saying that, she didn't say anything more, turned around and slowly walked out of the room.

After stepping out of the room, Li Ming looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky, her eyes somewhat unfocused, her thoughts seemingly returning to the moment she witnessed that earth-shattering slash.

"He's really not right for you, Miaomiao, don't blame Mom."

Li Ming murmured to herself, her voice gradually fading away under the gentle caress of the moonlight.

In the room, Shao Miao sat on the bed with her head drooping, looking lost and dejected.

At this moment, her mind was a jumbled mess, with all sorts of thoughts surging like a tide.

Shen Shuchou's familiar figure, her mother's irresistible face, and the conversation between the two of them just now alternated in her mind.

Shao Miao had never felt so deeply that her heart was filled with an indescribable pain.

Finally, she picked up the bowl of chicken soup again; the steaming heat had long since dissipated, and the porcelain was cool to the touch.

She took a small sip, but instantly realized that her mouth tasted slightly bitter.

She glanced at the chicken soup instinctively, and saw tiny ripples spreading across the surface as she took a sip.

It was only then that she suddenly realized something.

It turns out that the bitterness wasn't due to the chicken soup itself.

Instead, without anyone noticing, a tear silently slipped from the corner of my eye and dripped into the soup, bringing this bitterness.

The city of Suzhou outside the window was shrouded in a thick, dark color, as if it were a backdrop specially laid out for the girl's innermost thoughts.

Suddenly, a downpour pounded against the windowsill, and Shao Miao looked up.

On the gradually damp glass, my face was entangled with the rain, my eyelashes glistening with moisture, like butterfly wings wet with rain.

Her lips curled into a stubborn smile, her reflection shattering into a mottled pattern in the flowing water.

His expression was somber, his eyes filled with unspeakable sorrow, as if buried deep within the endless rain and night.