The improved female villains regained their memories.

Love shouldn't be like this.

Love is not about one person making another person die for them, but about one person not making another person die for them.

This is love.

The surrounding darkness was illuminated, and sunlight fell into the empty hall, filling it with a sacred atmosphere. The white clouds in the pale blue sky were swept away by the wind, and the wind maiden gently caressed everything. Song Panning shattered Yang Pingsheng's restraint, held him in her arms, and knelt on the ground.

The boy's palm had been pierced for a long time and was probably ruined. His clothes were covered in blood, the remaining warmth was dissipating, and his whole body was gradually being taken over by cold.

Song Panning touched his head and cupped his face. Just as she was about to call out to him, tears fell.

The memories and emotions from those years erupted completely at this moment, stirring her emotions.

In a past life, Qingtian's memories told the following story.

When Song Qihao was ambushed, Qing Tian tried to save him without hesitation, but ultimately fell into a trap.

Is this love?

When Song Qihao brought the water of the River of Oblivion, Qingtian drank it without saying a word.

Is this love?

When Song Qihao completed his mission and left, Qingtian could only watch, and was eventually imprisoned at the foot of the mountain city, his energy used by everyone.

Is this love?

Song Panning bit her lip hard, and even more tears flowed down her face.

She thought of many things: classrooms, fireflies, quiet nights, sleeping people, beautiful golden leaves, and delicious green fruits.

These are all excellent, but without the boy, they lose their meaning.

"My life..."

Yang Pingsheng reacted; he opened his eyes with difficulty and smiled wearily.

"...Why are you here?"

"My whole life, my whole life."

Song Panning cried, touching his face with her hand: "I am Song Panning, I am not Lin Wanjun, I am Song Panning!"

"You are... Pan Ning?"

My increasingly heavy head seemed to clear up considerably in an instant.

Many things suddenly became clear.

"You are Pan Ning..."

“It’s me, it’s me,” Song Panning said, crying. “It’s my fault that you’ve ruined my life.”

"..."

Something within my soul has broken.

"No, it's my fault that you're in trouble."

You'll be fine without me.

Without me, you wouldn't have made those choices.

Without me, nothing in this world can stand in your way.

If not...

"I……"

Just as Yang Pingsheng was about to say something, the scene before him changed, and an irresistible force came from the depths of his soul. The next moment, he was already high in the sky.

Song Panning, who was holding Yang Pingsheng, was stunned.

She stretched out her trembling hand to the boy, her blank gaze already filled with death.

Yang Ping is dead.

As the light faded and darkness enveloped them once more, the figures of the crowd stretched out and enveloped Song Panning.

"Wow, that's a truly heartbreaking scene."

Lin Wanjun stood in the light and shadow, looking down at Song Panning.

"It's just a pity..."

It's just a pity that it used her face.

Song Panning stared blankly up at Lin Wanjun and all her former followers.

Her heart was brutally ripped open and shattered into pieces. Her consciousness seemed to have fallen into an infinite abyss, unable to struggle. Song Panning's body trembled uncontrollably. In the empty temple, a faint sob echoed. The usually composed goddess, who never showed her emotions, held Yang Pingsheng's body tightly, weeping uncontrollably.

She curled up tightly, as if that would make her feel better. Her dark hair hung to the ground, and she was covered in white clothes. Everything about her seemed to be locked in shackles by some force, even though she had just regained her freedom. Her aura gradually faded with Yang Ping's death, like bubbles bursting away.

Everything is gone.

The followers are gone.

My family is gone.

The person I loved most is gone too.

With Yang Pingsheng's death, the last remaining light gradually faded away.

She raised her head slightly, looked at the crowd surrounding her, and gave a broken smile.

Then, with trembling hands, she reached out to touch Yang Pingsheng's eyes.

Sleep now, my life.

Go to sleep and relax.

Everything's fine...

----

"Sleep well, heavens."

Song Qihao placed the blue sky on the ground.

Deep within the pit, the girl in green was bound there, and under his comforting touch, she fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep, when I wake up, will probably be a farewell.

"..."

Goodbye, blue sky.

He muttered to himself, stood up, and walked out of the cave.

"Let me give you a name. From now on, I'll call you Qingtian."

"Blue, sky..."

"Yes, that's your name."

"name……"

Memories are flooding my mind uncontrollably.

"Go back, Mother has stewed chicken."

"Ah."

Want to hold hands?

"Ah."

His emotions, like a vast ocean, overwhelmed his feelings.

No, I'm not angry.

"I'll help you."

"Not afraid, not afraid."

"I'll help you, I'll help you."

Qingtian's words filled his mind.

Song Qihao walked out of the cave and stood at the entrance.

He clutched his heart, his face contorted in a grimace.

[Damn it! Even if the heavens forget, even if the heavens forget everything, even if the heavens are imprisoned here and the world never knows again, can I forget too!?]

[What kind of bullshit Heavenly Dao is this? What kind of bullshit cult is this? What kind of bullshit main world is this? Just because I'm a human pawn, does that mean I have to be subject to these things?]

Is this my destiny as a human chess piece?!

[Absolutely not! So what if I'm schemed against? So what if I'm just an ant? I, Song Qihao, will never be used as a pawn, my life a burden to others, and I'll die with guilt in my heart!?]

A person has a heart that can change into a thousand different forms, and its greatest power lies in its unwillingness to accept defeat.

Song Qihao gazed at the distant sky, just as he had done years before, roaring in the depths of his heart.

Look at the river, rolling on and on, like time itself, burying countless heroes. What use are illustrious achievements? What use are countless riches? A man is born between heaven and earth; the key lies in the correctness of his words and deeds. How can he be manipulated by others, thus losing his own destiny and living a life of regret?

"Come on, Qingtian, from now on, we are comrades in battle."

“Since I consider Qingtian a companion, I would never hand her over. Teacher, don’t you often teach us that monsters are our companions, not our tools? We should treat them as friends. How can we treat our friends like that?”

"So what if it's a religious sect? I absolutely cannot hand over Qingtian."

"A true man has principles; he knows what to do and what not to do. Hunger and hardship cannot defeat me, so what do these things matter? As long as I can keep justice, as long as I can have justice by my side, what does it matter if I marry a woman I don't love?!"

"Justice, justice! If it weren't for justice, where would I be today? Justice saved my mother, made me a star in the academy, and stayed by my side during my most difficult time. How could I betray my comrades for my own selfish reasons?"

The words spoken in those years, the resentment of those years, the anger of those years, the struggles of those years.

Yes, I, Song Qihao, am indeed just a pawn.

In your eyes, I'm nothing more than a tool to restrict the female villain's emotions; you use me when I'm useful, and discard me when I'm not.

However, even chess pieces have their own grievances.

So what if you fall into a trap? So what if you fail? If once doesn't work, try twice; if twice doesn't work, try three times. As long as a person's unwillingness to give up is still beating, he will not stop what he is doing.

My mother is gone.