The improved female villains regained their memories.

The murky water fell from the heavens like an inverted celestial river.

This rainwater was no ordinary water; each drop carried the essence of Yin energy, and when it fell to the ground, it made a corrosive hissing sound.

In this rain-soaked landscape that corrodes the heavens and earth, only one blade of light shines ever brighter.

The ring-pommel sword in Wen Shihan's hand was gleaming black, its blade reflecting the wailing faces of countless dead souls.

With a slight turn of her wrist, a crescent-shaped blade of light shot out, drawing in all the raindrops in its path and transforming them into a roaring River Styx.

Swah——

The moment the blade flashed across Yinglong's ten-thousand-foot-long body, time seemed to stand still.

The once indestructible dragon scales peeled off layer by layer like rotten paper, revealing the rapidly decaying flesh beneath. The wound continued to spread to both sides, eventually cleaving the ancient sacred beast in two.

Yinglong's eyes widened as his body was corroded and decayed by the endless rain.

Darkness, like tentacles, spread throughout the entire world of Zhulong.

Ling Tiandu's fist wind was submerged, and Yang Pingsheng's mountains were corrupted.

The two had no choice but to dodge and avoid the brunt of the attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Shihan shot off like an arrow and instantly arrived at the origin of the Candle Dragon World.

Using the runes that had been peeled off from the Land of Rules, Wen Shihan marked them with the Mark of the Great Dao.

"I hereby decree that the Candle Dragon World is Wen Shihan's original world!"

When rules are established, laws are formed.

Ling Tiandu and Yang Pingsheng immediately felt the world's rejection of them. Before Wen Shihan could use the laws of the Candle Dragon World to suppress them, they quickly withdrew from the Candle Dragon World.

The blood-red world turned black and red in an instant.

Yang Pingsheng withdrew to the Netherworld and saw the black and red world tumbling upwards, crashing through the chaotic air currents and heading straight for him.

"Brother."

Wen Shihan arrives, commanding the world.

"From now on, Xiaohan will protect you, okay?"

What If Series: What If I Met You (Wen Shihan/Yang Pingsheng Side Story Part 1)

Can't I protect you?

If I were the one who discovered you...

If I really became your older sister...

If I give up climbing...

In the past timeline, she saw her little brother and the refugees nearly die, and her heart was touched.

It turns out that her brother wasn't some lofty savior; he was once just like her.

if......

The inner fire consumed everything.

If given the chance, she would go with him to find a new ending.

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Let's go.

Just like when you held my hand back then.

This time, it's my turn to hold your hand.

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The disorientation of time and space receded like the tide.

Wen Shihan's boots suddenly touched the solid bluestone slab.

The clamor surged into my ears like a wave from another world.

Peddlers hawking their wares, children playing, and cooking smoke rising from chimneys, carrying the aroma of cooking oil.

The most ordinary morning scene of Stone Creek unfolded before her eyes, so real it was almost unreal.

'wrong......'

She instinctively gripped the ring-pommel sword at her waist, but all she felt was the cold metallic touch of her fingertips.

The scabbard still carried a thick, faint scent of blood, which had mostly dissipated.

Just three breaths ago, she was clearly still vying for control of the Candle Dragon World. Her fingertips, entwined with Yin veins, had already touched the world's origin, and runes had been inscribed into it. In the next second, this world would become her possession...

But what lingers in my palm now is the warmth of the early summer sun.

"Candied hawthorn berries"

The vendor's shouts pierced the daze.

Wen Shihan turned around abruptly, his black hair sweeping over his shoulders, startling a few sparrows by the roadside.

Those dusty little creatures fluttered past the teahouse sign and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

'That's so true.'

'It can't be an illusion.'

The sunlight at the alley entrance was cut into sharp angles by the eaves, and several ragged figures darted through the boundary between light and shadow.

Their dirty feet slapped against the bluestone slabs, making a pattering sound like a pack of wild cats fighting for food.

Her pupils contracted as she watched the few little beggars running out of the alley; they were the same people who had robbed her of her steamed buns years ago.

Why......

Uncontrollably, she lifted her foot and walked deeper into the alley.

Wen Shihan's breathing suddenly stopped.

She saw the little beggar slowly raise his head deep in the alley, his features unforgettable for the rest of her life.

My wish came true.

The man who had followed the refugees was now actually standing before her.

In that position she held back then.

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Hehehe......

Hahahahahahahahahaha!

That's great, that's great, that's absolutely great!

If that's the case, she's willing to give up her climb.

She has gotten what she wanted most.

Black flames engulfed his internal organs. Wen Shihan rushed forward, held him tightly, and refused to let go.

The true traces of the Great Dao spread.

The familiar essence of the older brother is not a lie, but the truth.

This is true.

Unparalleled...reality.

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Yang Pingsheng stared wide-eyed in horror.

He had no idea what was happening. A group of little beggars had just snatched his meat bun and beaten him up. He was exhausted and covered in injuries. Just then, this fairy-like older sister suddenly appeared and hugged him.

"Who...who are you...?"

A faint smell of blood filled his nostrils, and then that hand, unconcerned about being dirty, stroked his face.

"I am your older sister."

Her clear voice echoed in the alley. Yang Pingsheng looked up in confusion and smelled the fairy's scent. Behind the faint smell of blood was a familiar and comforting scent.

This sentence was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool of memory, and the boy vaguely saw some fragmented images.

It seems like they've known each other for a very, very long time.

The fragmented images came and went quickly, but they left him with a strange soreness in his chest.

Wen Shihan loosened his embrace, squatted down in front of him, and reached out his hand.

"follow me."

“But…” Yang Pingsheng’s eyes flickered, clearly he had something to say.

But Wen Shihan interrupted him: "You're not dirty at all. Come with me, and from now on no one will bully you anymore. You won't be alone. We'll be together forever and ever."

Yang Pingsheng blinked blankly, not understanding how such a good thing could have fallen into his lap.

The wind brought everything, swirling into the corner of his eye and turning it into tears.

"Um......"

He nodded vigorously and placed his hand on it.

Wen Shihan nodded, noticing the tears in the boy's eyes.

Brother, you don't need to cry.

I'm just doing to you what you did to me back then.

I know you have no other choice.

I know you have many plans.

But......

But the warmth in this moment is real, and your body temperature is real too.

You treat me the same way I treat you.