The improved female villains regained their memories.

"That's deadly."

"I want my mother."

"Have you decided?"

"Ah."

He exhaled a deep puff of smoke and put down his pipe.

"it is good."

His gray hair, streaked with frost and snow, seeped into his heart.

That year, the baby girl smiled and waved to him; now, the baby girl has grown up and stands firmly in front of him.

She doesn't care about her life, she cares about her mother.

"Good, that's great," the old woman thought. "She's more responsible than her father."

"Cough cough..."

A cough came from the doorway.

The three turned their heads and found Su Rouxue leaning against the door, her face rosy, the white gauze already removed, smiling at them.

"mother!?"

Su Murong spoke first, followed by a huge surprise: "You can see!!"

"Yeah, I don't know why I can see it."

Su Rouxue smiled, her rosy face now pale with the frost and snow: "I saw that none of you were here, and since I haven't been out for a while, I came out to look for you."

Her gaze lingered on the three of them before finally settling on Yang Pingsheng. She approached him and smiled, "You must be Yang Pingsheng, my daughter's friend."

"Um, I..."

Just as Yang Pingsheng was about to say something, Su Rouxue took his hand.

"I'm so sorry to trouble you to take care of my daughter."

This woman, who was still quite beautiful despite being ill, spoke softly, as if in a dream.

"If possible, please take good care of her for me in the future. My daughter is not very bright, and I'm worried about her."

"Mother!" Su Murong ran over and grabbed Su Rouxue's hand. "I'm not stupid at all. There are many people in your life who are much stupider than me!"

The snow-white hand withdrew.

Yang Pingsheng stood there, stunned, almost frozen, his hand motionless.

The old man sat down again, without saying a word, and continued to puff on his cigarette.

Su Rouxue held her daughter's hand and said with a smile, "Xiao Rong, don't disturb Grandpa and your brother's work. Don't let your mother's affairs hold them back."

"But, Mother."

"I haven't walked around Liuyun City in a long time. Will you walk with me for a bit?"

"it is good!"

Su Murong called out to the old man, "I'll come back to learn from you," and then took Su Rouxue's hand and left.

The quiet pharmacy had only the master and apprentice inside.

"Master..."

"Let's get to work."

"Yes……"

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That winter.

A baby girl was born.

There were no extraordinary signs, no divine light; just like countless other ordinary babies, a baby girl was born.

Because of a difficult childbirth, she gave birth from day to night. Outside, the wind and snow howled, and the thatched hut could not keep out the cold, so the cold air danced wildly inside.

The man said he was going to find his father, leaving the woman who had just given birth behind, and left alone.

Once he left, he never returned.

The woman was trafficked; the vast Flowing Cloud City and the frigid northern border were another world to her.

Here, she had no relatives, no friends; men were her everything.

Now, everything about her has vanished, leaving only a shattered fragment of her being.

"Waaaaaah!!"

The baby girl's cry rang out, becoming the first resounding sound of life.

She regained her spirits, hugged her, and rocked her gently.

She was a true young lady, never lifting a finger at home, skilled in poetry and calligraphy, and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But the problem was, these were nothing in the northern borderlands.

There was no zither, no chess, no books or paintings. The North's customs were unlike those of the Central Plains. Poetry was less popular here than plain language. The woman, holding her child, thought of the future and could only see a bleak future.

However, when she looked down, she saw the baby already asleep.

The baby girl's steady breathing showed no effect from the cold.

She hugged herself even tighter, as if holding onto her hope for the future.

Hope is the fire that dispels the cold and the light that illuminates the darkness.

It's okay, it's nothing.

She simply went from being a girl to a mother.

Chapter 140 Mother

The snow fell intermittently as the mother and daughter walked hand in hand through the streets and alleys of Liuyun City.

The snowflakes fell like willow catkins, and Su Rouxue looked up and reached out to catch them.

"Snow……"

Her name contains the word "snow," and her mother used to tell her stories about snow, but she had never seen snow until she came to the North.

Snow, cool snow, cold snow; when she saw snow, it marked the beginning of her suffering.

"mother?"

Her daughter's voice rang out from beside her. She looked over and smiled.

"Ok?"

More than just hardship, the snow brought her hope, a hope that belonged to her.

"Mother, where are we going?"

"It's good to just wander around. The time I was blind felt like an eternity. Now I want to explore some places properly. Xiao Rong, accompany your mother for a walk."

"it is good!"

The two walked on, their feet leaving footprints in the snow.

"mother."

"Ok?"

"It's so cold, can your body handle it?"

"Don't worry about me, thanks to you, sir, I'm much better now."

"Mom, I can take care of you by myself from now on."

"Really? Xiao Rong is really amazing."

A cold wind blows, carrying away memories of the past.

As the snow obscured her eyes, Su Rouxue recalled a little-known past.

Some small things.

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That winter, a baby girl was born.

The child was born without a father, and the mother and daughter depended on each other for survival in a thatched hut that offered no shelter from the wind.

"Goo-"

There was a movement in the thatch, and the baby girl emerged from it.

The fair-skinned child yawned as the cold wind blew, and the woman's heart melted at the sight. She picked the child up.

"Ya ya yi yi—"

The baby girl made unintelligible sounds and reached out her chubby little hand to grab her mother's braid.

The wind was chilly, but the mother's arms were warm, and the baby girl was laughing happily. However, the woman felt a chill and added some straw to her clothes.

She felt weak all over, a little dizzy, and nauseous, but because she hadn't eaten anything, she couldn't vomit anything.

The darkness of the future still enveloped her; there was no way out, only despair.

How can we raise this child?

The northern city of Flowing Clouds is located on the edge of the country and is constantly threatened by barbarian invasions. Women here are useless and must rely on either men or their bodies; they have to rely on one of the two.

However, the woman did not want this. She could be forced to come to the North, forced to bear children for men, and forced to take on the responsibility of raising children, but she absolutely could not demean herself.

If she doesn't even respect herself, how can she expect others to respect her and the children she gave birth to?

She is the daughter of the Su family, and the Su and Guan families have always been on good terms. As a young lady of the Su family, she has been deeply influenced by the culture of the Guan family since childhood. Now, she does not expect to return to her original family, but only seeks not to disgrace her family's reputation.

She will raise her daughter with her own hands.

"vomit--"

The nausea returned, but she couldn't vomit anything. Her head was spinning, and she could only lie helplessly on the bed.