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

In the bedroom, Shao Miao's thin and slender body leaned softly against the door.

Her thin shoulders slumped slightly, as if all her strength had been drained away, and her small head drooped limply between her knees.

Her soft, fine hair fell in disarray, obscuring most of her fair face, and tears streamed down her delicate chin.

Her cheeks were already soaked with sweat, and her eyebrows and eyes were red and fragile, as if they would break at the slightest touch.

Over the years, she has lived cautiously, devoting all her energy to protecting her mother.

For her mother's sake, she endured and yielded, forcing herself to be sensible and strong.

But now, the only thing she relied on for survival, the only faith that sustained her, has completely collapsed.

The thick darkness outside the window swallowed up the faint light of the entire city, and gradually enveloped and succumbed to the already timid and sensitive girl.

After a long while, Shao Miao slowly stood up, her legs weak and numb. Her steps were light and feeble as she moved little by little to the window.

Her slender back was slightly hunched, and her thin figure appeared particularly lonely in the dimly lit room.

The moment she opened the window, a cool evening breeze rushed in, gently brushing against the corners of her eyes, which were red from crying.

He also blew away the hot tears on his cheeks little by little, leaving only a cool and sour feeling.

She was born sensitive and lacked love, and was inherently timid and insecure.

She had always been like a rootless duckweed, barely surviving on her mother, her only source of emotional support.

But now her hopes have collapsed, and emptiness and confusion overwhelm her, leaving her completely at a loss.

She leaned quietly against the windowsill, her slender body trembling slightly.

Only when the biting cold seeped into her limbs and made her fingertips shiver did she timidly close the window, wrap herself in loneliness, and curl up in the soft bedding.

The bed was dark and enclosed, and the faint, soft light from the phone fell precisely on her pale, delicate face, which was full of grievances.

Her slender fingertips gently caressed the screen, finally resting on the contact she had treasured for so long.

Many times, she would open the chat box, her finger hovering over it, but in the end, she would forcefully restrain her longing with reason and never dare to disturb the chat.

But at this moment, overwhelmed with despair and grievance, she could no longer suppress her emotions. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she nervously dialed the voice call.

The soft ringing of the receiver intertwined with her frantically pounding heartbeat.

The moment the call connected, Shao Miao's slender body tensed instantly, her nose tingled, and she became so nervous that she even had to breathe carefully.

Before she could even purse her reddened lips and figure out how to start speaking, a cold and aloof female voice came from the other end of the receiver.

"Who are you?"

An unfamiliar tone suddenly came crashing down on me.

Shao Miao froze between the blankets, all the grievances and words that had been stuck in her throat suddenly choked up, and she couldn't say a word.

The last vestiges of fear in her heart were amplified, and she hurriedly hung up the phone.

She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, curling her petite body into a tiny ball.

In the closed bed, her soft, hoarse whispers, full of self-loathing, rang out, carrying a deep sense of grievance and helplessness.

"Miaomiao...you're so useless."

.......

.......

An endless, dark abyss descended, and countless icy, solid shackles of the soul brutally pierced through his spirit.

The shackles were firmly embedded in the very fabric of Shen Shuchou's soul, pulling and tearing it relentlessly, repeatedly kneading and ripping it apart.

A piercing pain completely engulfed my body, and I sank into this deathly silence and nothingness, all five senses were stripped away.

He could not see anything, nor touch anything real or unreal; his consciousness was scattered and hazy, and everything in the world returned to emptiness.

From beginning to end, only the extreme pain of having his soul crushed tormented him endlessly and continuously.

Sinking into endless darkness and extreme pain, I don't know how many desolate hours I endured.

Suddenly, a clear and ethereal figure slowly emerged from the void.

The moment she appeared, without the slightest hesitation, she raised her hand and severed all the cold shackles that pierced Shen Shuchou's soul.

The shattered chains turned into wisps of cold mist and dissipated into the darkness.

The next instant, that slender and pure divine soul gently bent down and slowly embraced his broken body.

Souls intertwined and embraced each other, and the feeling of fusion instantly spread to every corner of the soul.

A gentle, warm, and pure power slowly flowed out, gradually smoothing out the dense cracks and tearing pain on his soul.

The consciousness, on the verge of collapse, slowly returned and gradually became clear in this sense of peace and warmth.

The thick, inky darkness around us slowly faded, and our vision became clear.

He finally saw clearly the divine soul that was tightly embracing him in front of him.

It was Lu Wanheng.

At this moment, it is in a state of pure divine soul, its body is pure white and ethereal, untouched by any mortal dust, without any external concealment, holy yet fragile.

Outside, in the Saintess Palace, in the room that was exclusively for Lu Wanheng.

The bed was quiet and still. Shen Shuchou was lying peacefully with his clothes almost completely removed.

Lu Wanheng stayed close by, holding him tightly in her arms and protecting him in her embrace.

His scattered consciousness slowly returned, and his senses, which had been severely damaged, gradually recovered.

Shen Shuchou felt a strange dampness on his body, as if a gentle touch was slowly moving around him, like a feather brushing against him or a breeze stirring him.

A tingling sensation quietly spread through his limbs, and Shen Shuqiu's long eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.

When he looked up, he met the girl's lowered eyes. She was kneeling in front of him, gently licking the wound with her soft tongue, using her own spiritual energy to heal it.

Realizing that the person beneath him had awakened, Lu Wanheng froze, instinctively looking up at him.

The instant their eyes met, a flustered shyness welled up in her eyes, her gaze trembled slightly, and a surge of joy welled up in her heart, both direct and intense.

Shen Shuchou gazed at the beautiful face so close to his own, his lips parted slightly, his throat dry and hoarse, his voice weak and shallow: "Master, you..."

"I've just woken up, no need for further words."

Lu Wanheng gently pressed her slender, white fingertips against his lips, stopping him from saying the rest of his words.

She composed herself slightly, feigning indifference, and explained softly, "I'm tending to your injuries, so please don't overthink things."

The two were very close, leaning against each other, and Shen Shuchou's gaze unconsciously fell on her.

The thin, sheer silk garment barely covered her body, outlining her delicate and soft curves, and the vague scenery was completely exposed to the eye.

His mind went blank for a moment, and he instinctively wanted to turn his gaze away to avoid this alluring sight.

Lu Wanheng took in all of these subtle dodges.

In an instant, the faint tenderness in her eyes faded, replaced by a layer of coldness.

She gently raised her jade-like hand and steadily straightened his turned face, forcing him to stare straight at her.

Her clear, melodious voice carried a hint of displeasure.

"You don't want to look at me?"