The improved female villains regained their memories.

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“Sister.” He suddenly smiled, a gentle curve forming at the corners of his eyes. “I am the one you picked up. Just as you love me, I love you too. Do you remember what you said that day?”

Wen Shihan paused slightly at the tip of his finger.

“You said that for the rest of our lives, we would have love and no hate.” Yang Pingsheng placed a white chess piece in her palm. “My life is like a game of chess. If I can express my love for my elder sister in this game, then I will have no regrets.”

A light rain suddenly began to fall outside the pavilion, the raindrops drifting in at an angle and wetting a corner of the chessboard.

Looking at the boy's eyelashes wet with rain, Wen Shihan suddenly felt something burning in his chest.

She looked down and found it was the white chess piece she was holding in her palm, which had been warmed by her body heat.

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The game has reached the middle stage, and the black pieces are surrounded by the white pieces.

A raindrop fell on the star position, making the black piece that Yang Pingsheng was about to place shine.

Wen Shihan suddenly pressed down on his wrist, which was holding the chess piece.

With a sweep of her dark sleeves, she disrupted the chessboard, and a few white jade pieces rolled onto the bluestone ground, making a clear, melodious sound.

"I have another question for you," she said, tracing the calluses on his palm. "I want to ask..."

The wind and rain poured into the pavilion, making something whistle and howl.

Yang Pingsheng saw that his sister's eyes were black, burning with something he couldn't make out.

"In your heart..." her voice was hoarse and grating, "what kind of person am I?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Pingsheng pressed his forehead against the back of her hand, where the veins were bulging.

The action was so devout that even the wind and rain seemed to stand still.

“My sister is…” His warm breath soothed her cold skin, “the one who descended from the sky to save me.”

"The person who loves me with all their might."

"He is the best and most sincere person to me in this world."

The rain poured down.

Wen Shihan looked at the chessboard that had been scattered by the rain and suddenly smiled.

"Pingsheng, you are wrong."

The hand suddenly twisted and gripped his neck.

In that instant, black fire roared out and engulfed everything.

Wen Shihan grabbed Yang Pingsheng by the neck and slowly lifted him up. Looking at his astonished face, she smiled faintly:

"My sister is a ruthless person."

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"Perhaps you are right, love for the rest of one's life is always better than hatred for eternity."

Wen Shihan saw Yang Pingsheng's pupils tremble, and the black flames transformed into tangible Yin spiritual energy, forming a large array that slowly began to operate.

She had nothing to her name, but she still refused to give up.

A large formation enveloped the area, shrouded in gloomy mist.

She whispered to Yang Pingsheng:

"But whether it's love or hate, it's still your emotion."

"I would gladly accept any feelings from you."

She clenched her fists tightly, enveloped by a powerful formation.

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In the end, the ruthless and the arrogant vixen win.

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The black substance, like tentacles, entered Yang Pingsheng's internal organs.

In an instant, he was enveloped by the Yin energy, and his whole body was like a tattered piece of paper, his flesh and blood tangled up. During this transformation, black blood kept seeping from his seven orifices.

"Sister...you..."

His skin began to contort unnaturally, and his bones made a sickening creaking sound.

Wen Shihan's fingertips touched the black blood seeping from his temple; the liquid was icy cold and carried a corrosive chill.

"You... or..."

Wen Shihan reached out and touched his stray hairs.

She hugged the person tighter, but felt the body in her arms losing warmth, like holding a handful of melting snow. "Sister..."

Yang Pingsheng's voice was broken and fragmented, each word mixed with blood and foam.

His pupils began to dilate, yet they remained stubbornly focused on Wen Shihan's face, as if he wanted to etch her features with his last gaze.

Wen Shihan forced a smile.

A monster?

To this world, I am already a monster and an outcast.

Since that's the case, she wouldn't mind having Yang Pingsheng do the same.

Whether it's love or hate, it doesn't matter.

Savoring this feeling is enough.

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She activated the formation and began the transformation.

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"We must succeed..."

Her forehead rested against Yang Pingsheng's increasingly cold palm, tears mixed with blood dripping between their clasped fingers.

Pray to non-existent gods, make wishes to long-fallen stars.

Each syllable produced by pressing the tip of the tongue against the roof of the mouth is like chewing on broken glass.

"Take away my spiritual root."

Her heart-wrenching screams startled the crows outside the palace.

“I will use my Daoist essence to rebuild his meridians.”

My fingernails dug deep into my armpit, but I couldn't feel any pain.

"Even if we become monsters together, I'm willing..."

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The great formation was covered with traces of the Great Dao, and not only Yang Pingsheng's flesh and blood, but also Wen Shihan's flesh and blood were being shattered.

Her grand formation was a modified version of Song Panning's, mainly involving disintegrating herself and then sharing the essence of her body with Yang Pingsheng to recreate a physical form.

Wen Shihan has simply gone mad.

A person's essence is their own nature; one is one, so how can there be any talk of sharing an essence?

Such an action would terrify even a monster like Ye Buxin.

If their essences are intertwined, is Yang Pingsheng still Yang Pingsheng? Is Wen Shihan still Wen Shihan?

But she didn't care at all.

She was just smiling.

What's wrong with two people becoming one?

There is no one who loves you more than yourself.

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Wen Shihan's voice gradually became ethereal.

"It's alright, brother, it will be over soon. It's certainly painful to have your bones shattered, but it's nothing. As long as we succeed, none of this matters... I've thought about what you said, and I have indeed wavered. To spend the rest of my life loving without hating is indeed a very tempting choice."

But...

Her voice choked with sobs, and as her body disintegrated, her voice sounded like the wind: "What is the meaning of immortality without any emotion?"

"Does it hurt a lot? It's okay, it'll be over soon, very soon..."

It doesn't matter if we fall into the abyss together.

Just don't let her go alone, no matter where she goes.

"Sister..." Yang Pingsheng's body was quickly swallowed by the immense darkness, and both of their physical bodies vanished, leaving only their purest divine thoughts.

She didn't hear his last words.

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There are no gods, no divine order, so there is nowhere to pray.

"We must...succeed."

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That moment must have been very painful.

She betrayed him more than once.

But she never regretted it, and he never blamed her.

The highest love, and the highest hate.

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Her divine senses drifted in the darkness, as if they had touched something.

The twinkling stars resemble the light at the dawn of the universe.