The improved female villains regained their memories.

She woke up with a start, only to find that there was no one beside her.

"My whole life!?"

She sat up abruptly. The room was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything. In the corner, in the birdcage, the little red sparrow was curled up, fast asleep.

Everyone was there, except for that one person who was nowhere to be seen.

She rolled out of bed and walked to the window, only to find that the person she had been longing for was outside, looking up at the snow.

He stood there, his long, jet-black hair cascading down his back, tinged with a layer of frost, and exuding a cool, orchid-like fragrance. Strands of moonlight fell, adding another layer of veil to his appearance.

"Xiao Rong".

His gaze fell upon her, and unlike before, his tone was deep and serious.

"Why bother?"

Chapter 175 I Want a Home

Why bother?

Su Murong didn't understand Yang Pingsheng's words and was stunned for a moment.

After three years of getting to know each other, this was the first time she had heard Yang Pingsheng speak in this tone. But she quickly realized what he meant, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, "You... you remembered."

Yang Pingsheng remained silent, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

The good news is that he has indeed regained his senses.

The bad news is that his memory is still stuck in prison.

The three years they spent together felt like a blank period. The reason he came to the courtyard was to ask the system.

Unexpectedly, Su Murong got up as soon as he did.

He looked at her, and in her crystal-clear eyes, there was only him in her gaze.

How much time has passed now?

What's going on between him and Su Murong now?

Where do these physical abnormalities come from?

He needs answers, and until then, he should minimize his communication with Su Murong.

So he looked away and replied, "I want to be alone."

"Okay," Su Murong replied quickly, "Then... I'll go to sleep now."

She closed the window, and Yang Pingsheng's request was fulfilled.

She moved swiftly and without hesitation. Yang Pingsheng watched, wondering to himself how far his relationship with her had progressed.

They seem to have gotten a little closer? After all, they've been sharing a bed.

but……

For some reason, he felt a strange sensation that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

The courtyard, enveloped in spiritual energy, protected him from the cold wind. If he were to step outside, Yang Pingsheng's frail body would likely not be able to withstand it. Fortunately, the moment he stepped out, a mysterious energy protected him.

"I won't take care of you if you catch a cold."

The system's voice sounded as expected. For some reason, Yang Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface, he remained expressionless: "You'd better explain yourself."

The sphere of light emerged, smaller than before. The tiny sphere hovered around him, casting a faint glow on the snow-covered cliff edge.

"If I had to explain, I could only say that this was all part of Heaven's plan. Do you remember, Chun Chun?"

“You can tell me that you don’t have to use this method.”

Yang Pingsheng wasn't stupid. Before he lost consciousness, he had figured out what the system was up to. He just hadn't expected that it was this particular idea.

"Yes, but now it's the end. Simply working from the inside out, acting alone is not enough."

The system continued, "I admit, your acting is very good, but that was the female villain when she was a child. Now, ten years have passed, who knows what insights or understandings she has gained? So, it's better to be more straightforward, so that she can truly feel it."

Yang Pingsheng was silent for a moment, then continued to ask, "What's wrong with my body?"

“This has nothing to do with me,” the system said. “Wang Tiande was superstitious about the power of cultivation and somehow got hold of a deadly immortal technique. He failed to execute it, which resulted in the spread of the plague. Your body in this life is weak and you don’t have much popularity, so you got infected.”

"...Are you alright?"

"It's alright, this will actually make it easier to implement the plan."

My vision became blurry.

The sound of the wind in my ears also began to subside.

Knowing what the consequences would be, Yang Ping sighed and said, "Does Su Murong care about me now?"

"Although that's how it seems on the surface, unfortunately, that's not the case," the system said. "Her feelings for you are more of a pursuit, but I don't know what that pursuit is. I only know that only you can satisfy her pursuit, and her true nature remains the same: self-interest above all else."

Yang Pingsheng rubbed his temples.

After a three-year hiatus, she woke up to find herself sharing a bed with her husband. If it had been a decade or two ago, when she was still a child, there would have been no problem. But now, they were both adults, and such behavior seemed a bit too intimate.

He looked around. The cliff was empty and isolated from the world. It was obvious that Su Murong had created this place. So the question was, why would the other party do this?

How did he get out of prison three years ago?

Yang Pingsheng said, "System, show me my experiences over the past three years."

"I'm sorry," the system said, "but to ensure the plan proceeds smoothly, there are some things you cannot know."

"Is that so... because of naivety?"

"Yes, nothing is simpler than knowing nothing."

A pure white sheet of paper cannot tolerate even a speck of dirt.

Over the past three years, Su Murong has done more than he could have; the system has seen it all and can't help but sigh that he truly is a shameless person who puts profit above all else.

Since the system wouldn't give an answer, Yang Pingsheng had nothing more to ask.

He walked back to his room in silence. In the dark room, Su Murong sat on the bed, looking at him as if she had come to her senses.

"You're back." In the darkness, she gave a fawning smile. "Do you remember?"

Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a while before deciding to tell the truth: "I have no memory of these three years."

"Okay, that's good." Su Murong smiled. "I can tell you slowly."

"Um……"

"Come on, let's rest."

Su Murong patted the empty seat next to him.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her, hesitated for a moment, but finally lay down under her intense gaze.

In the dim darkness, he hesitated, about to speak, when suddenly a hand reached out to him.

Yang Pingsheng: "?"

Before he could react, a foot slipped in, and Su Murong turned to the side and hugged him.

Their bodies touched softly, and a fragrance filled the air. Encouraged, Yang Pingsheng suddenly pushed her away and sat up.

Su Murong blinked her big, dark eyes and asked with a hint of grievance, "What's wrong?"

"……What are you doing?"

"Go to sleep."

"Have we been sleeping like this for the past three years?"

“Yes,” Su Murong nodded, her words sincere, “because you will cry and make a fuss if I don’t do it this way.”

Yang Pingsheng: "??"

Because he couldn't verify with the system, Yang Pingsheng didn't know whether Su Murong's words were true or false. He just felt dizzy and confused, as if his mind had been turned into mush by something.

Does Su Murong... like me?

is it possible?

With a throbbing headache, Yang Pingsheng subconsciously pondered the question, but could not find an answer.

The system has already said that Su Murong doesn't care about him. Besides, he didn't spend much time with Su Murong during his time in Liuyun City.

Ten years is enough to change a person a lot, and even with the experience in the military camp later on, it's just a drop in the ocean.

There was no self-sacrifice, no eternal devotion, no separation of life and death; their meeting and parting were merely a small part of the experiences of countless people amidst the flames of war, not worth mentioning.

Yang Pingsheng didn't think the other person would like him because of this.

Perhaps because of the plague, or perhaps for other reasons, Yang Pingsheng was unable to think. He felt his head getting heavier and heavier, and his eyelids were gradually closing.

"...Don't do that, I've recovered, go to sleep normally."

"it is good."

Su Murong nodded in agreement and lay down.

That night, Yang Pingsheng fell into a deep sleep.

Su Murong continued to watch in the darkness, his scrutinizing gaze piercing through the shadows and landing directly on the man.

She shrank back, gently leaned her head in, and closed her eyes.

The next morning, the snow stopped and the sun came out, shining on the snow. Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes and found himself naked from the waist up. The person who had been lying next to him was now standing by the bed, leaning over and looking at him.

She was quite pretty, though there was a bit of dandruff between her eyebrows and eyes. Her lips were full and plump, her nose was high and straight, and her gray hair hung down like snow falling from a gray sky. She wasn't exactly holy, but she wasn't exactly dirty either.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Yang Pingsheng carried an ambiguous meaning, and her delicate hand slowly moved downwards, seemingly about to take off his pants.

Yang Pingsheng was jolted awake and abruptly sat up, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Wash up," Su Murong replied calmly. "If I don't, you'll cry and make a fuss."

There was a basin of water and a towel on the stool next to her, so it seemed that she was telling the truth.

Yang Pingsheng let out a breath and calmed down: "I can do it myself."

"Row."