The improved female villains regained their memories.

A human and a cat high-five each other; this is the victory of the reincarnated.

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"........."

Sikong Xuan stared silently at the food on the plate in front of him.

He didn't even pick up his chopsticks; instead, he picked up the plate and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth.

Su Feng looked at him expectantly: "How is it, Brother Sikong? Does it suit your taste?"

Sikong Xuan chewed and swallowed silently.

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He put down the plate and looked at Su Fengqing.

“It’s delicious,” he said.

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Liu Yin's birthday is coming up soon.

Everyone is preparing gifts for Liu Yin.

Su Fengqing sat on the stone lock as always, while Sikong Xuan supported the stone lock and they exercised together.

"It's Sister Liuyin's birthday soon, what gift should I give her?"

Su Fengqing looked worried and asked Sikong Xuan, "What does Brother Sikong plan to give?"

Sikong Xuan thought for a moment and replied, "Statue."

“A statue…”

It's a good idea, but since Sikong Xuan has already given it to her, Su Fengqing can't give it to him.

"It's both her birthday and a family festival, so it can't be as simple as just giving her a dessert." Su Feng sighed softly, "Brother Sikong, please help me think of something. I don't know what to give Sister Liuyin."

Sikong Xuan really thought of things for her carefully.

After thinking for a long time, he said, "You can make a dress or skirt and give it to Liu Yin."

"A skirt? That's a great idea!"

Su Feng clapped his hands lightly: "Okay, I'll send you a dress then. I'll go ask Brother Mu for some fabric later. Brother Sikong, can you help me decide what color dress would look good?"

Sikong Xuan remained silent.

Su Fengqing noticed that Sikong Xuan's mood was a bit off, and subconsciously asked, "Brother Sikong?"

"Hmm... okay."

Sikong Xuan snapped out of his daze and agreed.

But a rare flicker of emotion appeared in his eyes.

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"Brother Sikong, does it look good like this?"

"Well, it's beautiful."

"How about this color? Is it okay?"

"Ah."

"I think this color combination looks better."

"Ah."

Night fell, candlelight flickered, and Su Feng, working late into the night, was making a dress.

Her birthday was approaching, and she had to speed things up.

Sikong Xuan stayed by her side, silently watching her do it.

"Ah, I'm so tired, but I'm almost done." Su Fengqing forced a smile. "Brother Sikong, could you please give me that piece of red silk thread?"

Sikong Xuan stood up silently. After hesitating for a long time, he took out some silk threads from the many threads beside him and gave them to Su Fengqing.

"This one is green, Brother Sikong, I want the red one."

Sikong Xuan stood there.

This time he stood there for a long time, then took some more out and handed them to Su Fengqing.

"This one is yellow, Brother Sikong, you've picked up the wrong one again."

“The red one is over there.”

"Brother Sikong, what are you doing with the blue one?"

Sikong Xuan's hand froze in mid-air.

Su Fengqing sensed something was wrong and put down the half-finished product in her hand.

"Brother Sikong?"

"......"

"Brother Sikong, are you...?"

Despite having questions in mind for some time, Su Fengqing still had to ask at this moment.

"Can't you distinguish colors?"

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It's not just that they can't distinguish colors.

He also... has no sense of taste.

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The room was silent.

Sikong Xuan sat back down in that corner, without saying a word.

Su Fengqing clenched her hands tightly.

"It turns out that Brother Sikong not only can't distinguish colors, but he also can't taste flavors..."

"I knew it! A dessert is a dessert. How could it possibly taste good with all those weird things added..."

"But, but Brother Pingsheng said you don't like sweets. Does that mean that when Brother Sikong had a sense of taste before, he actually disliked desserts?"

Sikong Xuan remained silent.

"Tell me, Brother Sikong, how can I understand your feelings if you don't tell me?"

"If you don't say anything, I won't know how you feel. Maybe you can't understand other people's feelings? Maybe you don't actually have any emotions? Maybe...?"

What if you don't like me?

Su Feng pleaded, "Tell me, Brother Sikong. It doesn't matter what it is—your past, your feelings, or even if you just say you hate me."

"At least, tell me about it..."

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If you don't tell me.

How could I know if you understood my feelings?

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The shadow obscured Sikong Xuan's face.

It's not that he didn't want to talk.

He was just suppressing it.

Suppress everything, suppress your emotions.

In this world, to survive and to become strong, one must suppress these emotions.

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But.......

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He felt the girl's gaze, so pleading, that it was impossible to refuse.

Torn between emotion and reason, he had clearly decided that in order to become stronger, he should suppress everything, but at this moment, he found himself unable to do so.

The shadows obscured his face, and he felt a sense of fear.

What is he... afraid of?

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"I........"

The first word was uttered, and then nothing more.

The light in the girl's eyes gradually disappeared, swallowed by darkness.

"Brother Sikong, can't you understand how I feel?" Su Feng asked softly.

Sikong Xuan remained silent.

"I know I'm weak and useless, but I still want Brother Sikong to know my feelings, and I want you to understand."

"I want to no matter what..."

Sikong Xuan suddenly stood up.

"You should get some rest."

He left, his body entering darkness and being swallowed by the eternal night.

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The moonlight poured down like quicksilver, draping the mangroves in a hazy silver veil.

Under the moonlight, the gnarled mangrove trunks resembled a group of silent giants. Their roots were intricately embedded in the mud, and the exposed rhizomes looked like winding pythons, exuding an ancient yet resilient strength.