The improved female villains regained their memories.

Little Vermilion Bird understood immediately.

She slammed the door open and went inside, and what she saw was a figure swaying incessantly on the roof beam.

"What……"

Fear spread throughout the little Vermilion Bird's body.

She had heard her master recount the scene of her mother's suicide many times, and the scene that Little Vermilion Bird was seeing now was exactly the same as what Su Murong had described.

No, we absolutely cannot let the Lord see this!

Little Zhuque didn't understand anything about life and death, nor did she understand the emotions between people. She simply followed her intuition and felt that Su Murong couldn't see it.

Her intuition told her that she would go crazy if Su Murong saw this.

However, when she turned around, the familiar person was already standing at the door.

The wind, carrying snow, blew in, covering everything with frost.

Little Vermilion Bird stood there stiffly, a forced smile on her face: "My lord, you're back."

"Yeah, I wanted to go, but the snow was too heavy."

Su Murong stood there, smiling: "Why are you in such a panic?"

"I……"

"Are you afraid I'll see this? It's okay, I'm used to it."

"Lord?"

Something's not right, something's really not right.

His master's tone was far too calm, as if he were asking if the person had eaten today, as casually as if he were talking about everyday matters.

She looked up at the swaying figure, chuckled softly, and turned to walk away.

Little Vermilion Bird was startled and quickly chased after him, only to find the other person walking step by step in the wind and snow.

"Lord!"

She shouted as she chased after him, grabbing Su Murong's hand: "Where are you going?"

"..."

Yes, where did she go?

A single question shattered everything Su Murong had.

She was like a wandering child, standing on a vast, white earth, with no goal in mind.

Family?

She no longer has a home.

It's all gone... nothing at all.

"vomit!"

She suddenly started frantically trying to vomit, but nothing came out.

She knelt on the ground, surrounded by the dazzling white snow that blurred her vision.

"My lord, please don't do this!"

Little Zhuque knelt down, crying, and pulled her up, saying, "Don't be like this, it will be alright, everything will be alright."

Will things get better?

Su Murong laughed, a twitching laugh.

It won't get better, Little Vermilion Bird.

I looked up at the sky, but I couldn't see any stars.

Looking down at the ground, I couldn't see the way home.

what……

How can it be so white?

How can it be so white?

It was all white, so why couldn't she see anything?

"I believe you."

A gentle voice echoed in my mind.

"I believe in you, you will overcome your addiction."

"I believe in you, and I'm sure you'll achieve your goals."

"I believe in you. You are definitely not the kind of person who covets fame and fortune."

"Xiao Rong, I believe in you."

"vomit!"

The feeling of nausea tormented him, but Su Murong just couldn't vomit anything.

So sad……

But no matter how much pain she was in, there was nothing she could do. She could no longer say, "Save me, doctor."

The doctor is dead.

She looked up at the little Zhuque beside her, whose face was streaked with tears, and slowly reached out her hand.

"You know what, little Vermilion Bird, living in this world is just too exhausting..."

She murmured, as if in a dream:

"No one can save me anymore. Everyone else is dead. No one..."

She raised her hand and caught a snowflake.

"I live in such a cold world."

Thirteen years ago.

As the sun sets, the afterglow is like blood.

The little girl struggled to lift her mother's body down and lay her on the bed.

Standing by the window, looking at her mother's corpse, the girl's eyes filled with tears, and she choked out:

"Mother, rest in peace."

"I understand, you left because of me."

“You said my honor is the honor of glory, not the honor of wealth and honor. I will always remember those words.”

"Over the years, you gave birth to me, raised me, always encouraged me, believed in me, and in the end, died for me. I will live on well."

"This world is cold, and human nature is dark, but I will not bow my head, I will not be afraid. I will go with the flow, I will become like them, but I will not forget my ambition, my dream."

"I may fall into depravity, I may feel lost, but I will never bow down to humanity."

"We are all insignificant people in this world. I will do my best, Mother. If you will become a star in the sky, then keep watching over me!"

……

In Liuyun City, barbarians invaded, and the spiritual spring exploded.

He was discharged from the army, succumbed to depravity, but was eventually redeemed.

I've come this far step by step, experiencing confusion, fear, longing, and unrealistic expectations.

In the end, amidst the falling snow, the doctor died just like his mother.

Yang Pingsheng is gone, and Wen Shihan weeps bitterly on his bed.

Yang Pingsheng left, and Luo Benmo wandered in the dungeon, atoning for his sins.

Yang Pingsheng is gone, and Xu Anlu bows her head to the world in the palace.

Human emotions are so mysterious; they, along with the world, are imposed upon people, crushing their minds and bodies.

The most terrifying aspect of human nature is not conspiracy or killing, but emotion.

Love can possess everything, and love can destroy everything.

How terrible the torment of being tainted by emotions is? Xu Anlu from the previous world could answer this question.

Even though she had seen through the hypocrisy of love, even though she had sensed something was wrong, when she was immersed in it, she simply couldn't break free.

Some people feel guilty, some feel sorry, and some feel they can't bear it. When emotions are at their most mysterious, even immortals cannot escape them.

The essence of humanity lies in emotion.

In the vast white world, Su Murong reached out his hand.

"Someone, please save me..."

"Mother, doctor..."

"help me……"

"I don't want to be alone."

No one responded.

She murmured, tears welling in her eyes:

"I live in...such a cold world."

She was all alone in the cold.

Chapter 181 The Female Villain's Talent

Yang Pingsheng snapped out of his daze.

The massive influx of memories nearly broke him, but thankfully, he pulled through.

With a complex look in his eyes, Yang Pingsheng let out a long breath, looked at the battlefield not far away, and slowly walked over.