The improved female villains regained their memories.

From this day forward, we will never be apart.

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The same dirty alley, the same outstretched hand, only now the roles are reversed.

All the scheming and helplessness, the betrayal and the bitterness, are no longer important at this moment.

The wind swept past the pear tree at the alley entrance, and the snow-white petals fluttered down.

When she helped him stand up, the boy stumbled slightly, but she quickly steadied him.

Seeing him sobbing, she grabbed his hand tightly and walked out into the sunlight.

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The world flows with an unreal temperature through my fingertips.

Wen Shihan stood atop the city wall, his black hair flowing in the wind like moonlight.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, the true traces of the Great Dao flowing within her body, extending in all directions like a spider web, but when they touched the edge of the world, they seemed to fall into the clouds.

This is a strange world that is almost absurd.

There was no war, no conflict.

Sect disciples discussed Daoist principles and sipped tea under the peach blossoms, while ordinary people haggled over the prices of firewood, rice, oil, and salt. Even the Yin energy swirling around her fingertips was gently diluted into a harmless mist by the laws of this world.

Where is Taixu?

Where is the abyss?

Where are those memories of mountains of corpses and seas of blood...?

She tried to tear space apart, but found that she couldn't even create the smallest crack.

This world is like a flawless crystal ball, imprisoning all her power within it.

Ironically, as someone who has reached the Enlightenment Realm, she has become the supreme being in this world.

To live as long as heaven and earth, transcending the cycle of life and death.

Isn't this the pinnacle she once longed for?

The night breeze carried the sounds of children's laughter from afar.

Wen Shihan looked down at his palms, the knuckles that had once been stained with countless drops of blood were now so clean they were almost transparent.

The wind at the summit was so cold, so cold that it reminded her of the frost that never dissipates in the deepest part of the underworld.

'turn out to be...'

This is the taste of loneliness.

Until the sleeve was gently tugged.

She turned around and saw Yang Pingsheng standing at the bottom of the steps, holding two strings of candied hawthorns.

The bruises on the boy's face had faded, but a slight redness remained at the corners of his eyes.

Syrup clung to the corners of his mouth, shimmering with an amber light in the moonlight.

"Sister, this is for you."

He stood on tiptoe and held the candied hawthorn in front of her.

Wen Shihan suddenly remembered that many years ago, he had done the same thing, giving his first candied hawthorn skewer to her when she was still his younger sister.

The night breeze suddenly became gentle.

She took the candied hawthorn, her fingertips accidentally touching the boy's warm palm.

At this moment, all the sense of incongruity becomes unimportant.

'At least......'

'You are real...'

The sound of the sugar coating crumbling between the lips and teeth was exceptionally crisp.

As the sweet taste spread, Wen Shihan suddenly wondered whether this was a blessing from heaven or another, more cruel cycle.

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Wen Shihan held the boy's hand as they walked down the street.

Then, it stopped in front of a butcher shop.

The greasy wooden table was still stained with undried blood. The butcher was picking his teeth with a grass root in his mouth. When he saw Yang Pingsheng, who was dressed in rags, disgust immediately rose in his triangular eyes.

He was about to start cursing when he saw the woman in front of him, dressed in black martial arts attire and exuding an extraordinary air. He quickly smiled, got up, and put on a fawning smile.

"Young lady, buying meat?"

"Wait for me," Wen Shihan said to Yang Pingsheng.

She took the boy's hand and stood in front of the butcher, saying, "Give me ten catties of lean meat, finely chopped into minced meat, with not a single bit of fat on it."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Having worked in this industry for so many years, he may not have much else, but he has plenty of strength and sharp eyesight. The butcher picked out a good piece of pork and began to chop it with his cleaver.

Yang Pingsheng looked up curiously. He didn't know what Wen Shihan wanted to do, so he could only wait patiently.

It took a lot of effort to chop ten pounds of lean meat into minced meat. The butcher was drenched in sweat after finishing. He had just wrapped it in lotus leaves when he heard Wen Shihan say:

"Cut another ten pounds of fatty meat, finely chop it into a sauce, making sure there isn't a single bit of lean meat on it."

The butcher almost choked.

"Young lady," he said with a forced smile, "it's fine to cut lean meat into minced meat, but what's the use of cutting fatty meat into minced meat?"

Wen Shihan raised his hand and waved.

A burst of spiritual energy shot into the sky, frightening away the onlookers.

No one expected that such a powerful immortal would come to Stone Creek City.

"Ask me again and I'll chop you into minced meat." Wen Shihan sneered.

The butcher never expected that the person in front of him was actually an immortal. He couldn't figure out where he had offended her, so he could only blame himself for being unlucky. He picked up a piece of fatty meat and started chopping it with his knife.

After finishing chopping, the nearly exhausted butcher smiled and said, "Fairy, it's done."

"Hmm." Wen Shihan nodded. "You did a good job."

Just as the butcher was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Wen Shihan said again, "Your two knives are good. Come on, chop these two knives into minced meat, making sure there's not a single bit of pork on them."

The butcher immediately knelt down before Wen Shihan.

"My fairy!" he cried, kowtowing as he sobbed, "I only run a small business, I really don't know where I offended you, my fairy. Please, my fairy, have mercy on me, for I have elderly parents and young children to support."

Wen Shihan sneered. Others might not know, but didn't she know what kind of person this butcher was?

She wanted to question him, insult him, and torment him.

But suddenly, as if she had lost all desire, she grabbed Yang Pingsheng's hand.

"Never mind."

The butcher kowtowed with tears of gratitude, but she didn't even look at him and left with Yang Pingsheng.

Standing at the top is so boring.

Even revenge becomes meaningless.

Wen Shihan suddenly felt a little lost.

Unlike Li Chumo, who had such a clear concept of repaying kindness and seeking revenge, she was also unlike Su Murong, who believed that it was better to live a miserable life than to die.

She also had a goal, which was to climb to the top, but now that she has actually reached it, she feels empty and lonely.

Yang Pingsheng, who was beside her, became her only meaning at that moment.

But this feeling isn't unpleasant.

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"Brother, do you think I'm wrong?"

"And now?"

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Yang Pingsheng looked up in surprise: "Sister, what did you say?"

Wen Shihan gripped his hand and shook his head: "It's nothing."

"Sister, where are we going?"

"Let's go to our own home."

"Where does my sister live?"

"My sister's home is..."

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Right here.

Right now, at this moment, right here.

Brother, Xiaohan only feels at home when you are here.

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She took his hand and walked towards the place where the sun was setting.

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

The setting sun burned the clouds blood red.

Wen Shihan stood atop the mountain, with a sheer cliff below.

The wind whipped up her clothes, making them flutter like the whispers of countless departed souls in her ear.

The setting sun, like blood, cast her long shadow, stretching it into the unseen distance.

She suddenly remembered that many years ago, when she was a little girl struggling in the mud, she had also looked up at the mountaintop in the same way.