The improved female villains regained their memories.

Su Murong knew everything, without a doubt.

Today, when meeting with the other female villains, Su Murong remained calm and showed no surprise, indicating that she knew more than Yang Pingsheng had imagined.

Like those female villains, she transcended the will of the world, the limitations of time and space, and endured the test of amnesia before standing before him.

"Xiao Rong..."

"Doctor, did you receive my apology? Have you forgiven me?"

"Xiao Rong, I have never blamed you."

"Really? That's great..."

Su Murong leaned against Yang Pingsheng's chest, breathing softly.

"You should have told me then, but it doesn't feel so bad to tell me now."

"Xiao Rong..."

"doctor."

Su Murong raised his head, his eyes still shining.

A brighter light than before.

"Doctor, my honor..."

“I know that your glory is the glory of honor.”

"Yes, the 'honor' of 'glory'."

Su Murong said:

"Doctor, you are my honor."

The wind picked up.

In her memory, Su Rouxue stood in the air, smiling at her.

Chapter 206 Someone Standing in the Shadows

As dawn breaks in Beijing, the commercial streets come alive with activity.

In the height of summer, the sun blazes down, and waves of heat are visible on the streets. The occasional breeze may be refreshing, but it's not very effective.

Logically, in this kind of weather, people wouldn't wear very thick clothes; even the most conservative women would wear light, thin garments. However, in front of a shop, two women were dressed in thick, earthy-yellow robes, their hats and robes covering their heads, casting shadows that obscured their faces and made them difficult to see clearly.

"Oh, miss, you've been looking around for ages, are you going to buy or not?"

The vendor was waving a palm-leaf fan in the heat. He should be happy to have customers, but the customers in front of him had been picking and choosing for a long time. The clothes were ones he had never seen before, and he couldn't see their faces clearly. It was hard to tell whether they wanted to buy or not.

The weather was hot, and the shopkeeper was in a bad mood, which affected his words: "Grandma, are you going to buy it or not? This is the price. If you think it's too expensive, you can bargain. You've been standing here for ages, staring at that piece of jade. Do you want it or not?"

"What's the rush, you merchant?" Before the woman in the lead could speak, a slightly shorter woman next to her said, "Since it's on display for sale, what's wrong with taking a look? If our young lady wants to buy, she will naturally pay for it; there's no need to haggle."

"No need to haggle, okay, okay, look, look..."

The shopkeeper, feeling helpless, continued fanning himself. Perhaps realizing this wasn't right, he waited another half minute before the woman spoke up, saying in a low voice, "Miss, we've been hiding our identities, after all. You see..."

"...Xiao Yan, I'll buy this jade."

The light, melodious voice was so pleasant that it could dispel the summer heat, so much so that even the shopkeeper subconsciously forgot to wave his palm-leaf fan. The woman named Xiaoyan said yes in a low voice, took out a bag of silver coins from her bosom and placed it on the stall, and then took out a red handkerchief and carefully wrapped the jade.

"Miss, let's go."

"Ah."

The merchant put down his palm-leaf fan, picked up the bag of silver coins and weighed it in his hand. His face lit up with joy, and just as he was about to say something, he realized that there was no one in front of his stall.

Despite it being the height of summer, the crowds on the commercial street showed no signs of diminishing. Young masters traveled by carriage, and the streets were bustling with people of high rank and wealth. The two women dressed in unusual attire walked through the crowd without attracting any attention.

"Miss, where are we going next?"

"Let's go look around some more and see if there are any other gifts we want to pick out."

The woman with the pleasant voice was speaking when she suddenly stopped. Xiao Yan felt strange and followed her gaze, seeing a man.

Yang Pingsheng walked not far away, picking and choosing what to buy, while Wen Shihan followed behind without saying a word, like a loyal bodyguard.

The woman named Xiaoyan trembled, both overjoyed and shocked. She looked at the person beside her and said, "Miss, it is..."

“I know,” the woman interrupted Xiaoyan, saying quietly, “No rush.”

"But look around him, there are..."

"Just a loser."

The woman's voice was cold and clear, like a snake.

Yang Pingsheng's hand, which was holding something, froze in mid-air. He shuddered as if he had been stared at by some venomous snake. He turned his head sharply, but there was nothing behind him as the crowd surged.

Wen Shihan stepped forward and grasped his hand: "Brother, what's wrong?"

It feels like someone is watching me.

"is it?"

Wen Shihan answered verbally, but his hands were also quick to move, immediately expanding his perception.

Nobody came. The shorty didn't come, the person with split personality didn't come, and the shameless guy didn't come either.

It was just her and her brother.

"Brother," Wen Shihan's expression softened considerably as he reassured him, "could it be just your imagination that no one is watching you?"

"……do not know."

Yang Pingsheng took out his money, bought the pastries he was holding, and walked forward with Wen Shihan in his hand.

The palpitations have not yet subsided.

In front of the house, Su Murong leaned against the door waiting. When the two returned, her gaze fell on Yang Pingsheng. She skipped over and held out her hand: "A gift."

Wen Shihan stared at her, his gaze murderous.

"Yes," Yang Pingsheng said with a smile, placing the pastries in her hands.

"Hey~ why isn't it candy anymore?"

Does your heart still ache?

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then try this, it tastes better than candy."

Wen Shihan's teeth chattered.

"Okay." Su Murong nodded, tapping his chin with his finger, blinking, and looking at Wen Shihan's sullen expression, he revealed a mischievous smile.

"Doctor, close your eyes."

"Ok?"

"Hurry up, or there won't be any gifts left."

"……it is good."

Yang Pingsheng closed his eyes and immediately felt a fragrance approaching, and something was placed in his hand.

"Open your eyes."

Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes, and in his hand lay a pair of straw sandals.

"This is something I made," Su Murong said proudly, puffing out his chest. "It's especially for you, Doctor."

During the last New Year in the North, Yang Pingsheng said he wanted the straw sandals made by Su Murong.

Now, he has it.

Even after all this time, he still got it.

The wind blew Su Murong's clothes, and something was burning hot on her chest. Yang Pingsheng looked at her and showed her most familiar smile.

"Thank you."

He said softly:

"I love so much."

The sky was cloudless.

On a clear, sunny day, the belated New Year's gift was finally delivered.

--

The woman returned to her residence.

The moment she stepped into the room, her strange clothes disappeared, replaced by a dress made of light gauze.

"His-"

Something is crawling in the room.

The woman walked slowly, and with each step she took, something deep inside the room would awaken and begin to crawl.

"His-"

snake.

The room was full of snakes.

Various kinds of snakes were scattered throughout the room, with the largest python coiled up, forming a seat.

The woman sat down without changing her expression. The python opened its eyes, saw that it was a woman, and then closed them again.

The other snakes also quieted down. A few mischievous ones tried to climb onto the woman's body, but were immediately driven away by their parents' hissing. As a result, an absolute vacuum was formed around the woman.

Her skin appeared unnaturally pale, but fortunately, the shadows fell and covered her face again.

She is the queen of the snakes.

She is the messenger of shadows.

She is the mastermind behind the schemes.

"Gift……"