The improved female villains regained their memories.

Freed from his constraints, Yang Luoyi went to the back mountain to find Jiuwu again.

From the sun high in the sky to its setting, the twilight illuminated by the shadows of the trees marks the swift passage of time.

Jiuwu leaned against the tree, watching the little girl carefully use ice-making techniques to carve the material into the shape she liked, bit by bit.

Because she couldn't control her spiritual energy, even a very simple step required her to start over many times. Fortunately, the ice-making method wasn't one that damaged materials, so even if she had to start over, she still had enough materials.

The twilight, with its interlacing shadows of trees and a gentle breeze on his face, made Jiuwu squint slightly. The fog in the town seemed to affect the woods as well.

He suddenly asked, "Xiao Luoyi, are you interested in killer moves?"

Yang Luo stopped practicing and looked up at him: "Huh?"

"Sorry, it seems too early to tell you this. You should practice first."

Time heals all wounds.

Seeing Yang Luoyi practicing so diligently, Jiuwu thought to himself.

It was no coincidence that he was able to meet this child and give her guidance. Jiuwu's real purpose was to teach her time-type killing moves so that she could become a time traveler.

However, time travel involves the Great Void, which can diminish human emotions and is only possible for those with deep obsessions and extremely strong wills.

The light and shadow fell on Jiuwu's handsome face, and in a daze, he seemed to see something, as if the person he used to be with was standing in front of him.

He was tall enough to reach his eyebrows and eyes, with a touch of baby fat on his cheeks. When he smiled, there were shallow dimples. His flaxen hair was delicately braided and fell to his shoulders. His nagging words were always filled with gentleness.

So many days and nights have passed, yet her tenderness remains etched in his heart, unforgettable for a lifetime.

"gentlemen……"

Just as he was thinking, a voice suddenly came. He snapped out of his daze and found the little guy standing in front of him, looking at him with concern.

He smiled, patted her head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Are you very sad?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"My aunt becomes like this when she's sad."

This child is very observant, Jiuwu thought, perhaps she is actually suited for weapon crafting.

He patted the empty space next to him, gesturing for the girl to sit down.

“Let me tell you a story,” he said.

The sunrise at Lingxue Peak is its most famous sight. Every morning, the first rays of sunlight pierce through the clouds and shine on Lingxue Peak. Because the peak of Lingxue Peak is filled with spiritual energy at that time, the resulting spiritual mist refracts seven colors of light, making it exceptionally beautiful when illuminated by the morning light.

Legend has it that couples who are illuminated by seven-colored light at the summit of Lingxue Peak will be together forever. Every year, couples from all over the world flock to the summit of Lingxue Peak, hoping to receive eternal blessings.

Furthermore, the legend of Lingxue Peak applies to all situations, not just lovers, friends, and relatives. After all, the blessing is eternal, and friendship and family can also be blessed eternally.

The twilight light cast an extra layer of radiance on Jiuwu's face. Yang Luo looked up and blinked, and a smile appeared on the gentleman's face, like the first gentle breeze of spring, blowing irresistibly.

"Have you also been to Lingxue Peak to watch the sunrise, sir?"

"Yes, it's with the person I love."

"like?"

Yang Luo opened her eyes wide.

For this child, love seems too distant. From the time she became conscious, she rarely felt love. She had never seen her father, and her mother didn't care about her. She could only feel her aunt's love for her.

So she asked, "Sir, what is love?"

"Love is the color of happiness."

He smiled, his eyes revealing tenderness, even the light of the setting sun seemed to be blended into his smile: "Whether it's loving or being loved, it can all be tinged with the color of happiness."

As the light and shadow shifted, Jiuwu recited, and Yang Luoyi, resting her chin on her hand, listened to her husband reminiscing about interesting little things from the past.

"The sunrise at Lingxue Peak is beautiful. When the first ray of sunlight shines in, everything around turns into seven colors. Legend has it that the seven-colored light will grant eternity, allowing you and the person standing next to you to be together forever. She and I went there together to receive the blessing of eternity."

"The hot springs at Tianquan Mountain Villa are very comfortable to soak in. They can relieve fatigue and make people forget their sorrows. I went there with her once because I could tell that she was hiding a lot from me. So, I thought I would take her to relax. She did relax a lot as I expected, but even so, at night, I still heard her huddled under the covers and crying softly."

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They talked for a long time, and the sky was gradually getting dark. Jiuwu turned his head, looked at the little girl's still undiminished interest, smiled, and suddenly asked, "Xiao Luoyi, do you like gardenias?"

Gardenia?

Yang Luo was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly remembered that her mother had brought back a bouquet of gardenias.

It was given to him by a woman he met by Shenlong Lake. She was very gentle and smelled wonderful. Yang Luoyi had a good impression of her.

Seeing Yang Luo standing there in a daze, Jiu Wu assumed she didn't know what a gardenia was, so he smiled and said, "A gardenia is a very beautiful flower, with a creamy white color and a fresh and pleasant fragrance. If you see it, you will definitely like it."

"……Um."

Do you know the meaning of gardenia flowers?

"The meaning of flowers?"

"Yes, every flower has a language. Someone once said that the language of flowers represents both a blessing and a destiny."

This principle was taught to him by his mother when he was 95 years old.

She said that when a person particularly likes a certain flower, he will inherit the destiny of the flower's language.

Before Jiuwu understood this principle, his mother died.

Later, he saw so many flowers—beautiful and delicate roses, vibrant green ivy, proud and unyielding winter plum blossoms, noble and pure orchids—but he didn't find any that he particularly liked.

He thought that perhaps he himself didn't need to worry about fate.

Until he met that person, and then he fell in love with gardenias.

The girl was so close to me, her fragrance was wonderful, and when I looked into her eyes, I was drawn to her bright and lively eyes. I asked her what kind of flower she liked, and she said that the flower she liked was the same as her name.

Gardenia, gardenia flower.

Jiuwu liked the fragrance of gardenias, just like the fragrance he smelled from gardenias.

He had heard the girl say that she had no parents and that the old woman who adopted her found her where gardenias bloomed, which is why the girl was named Gardenia.

I like gardenias.

The boy whispered to himself, then secretly opened his eyes and looked at the girl standing nervously beside him, before laughing.

Before them lay the wishing well, and he guessed that the girl might also be feeling uneasy about whether her wish would come true.

But he wasn't afraid.

Making a wish is merely a declaration of one's feelings; his feelings were already clear to him.

I like gardenias.

"Therefore, I love the eternity of Lingxue Peak and the relaxation of Tianquan Villa."

"I am so clear about my own feelings, and I am so firm in my own feelings."

"I will not wish to be with her, because love that is planned by anything is false love."

"I hope that Zhi Zi can be with me from the bottom of her heart, so I will not use any means to make this happen."

"My wish is very simple."

"I hope she can be happy."

The boy made this wish in front of the wishing well.

"...That's right. Love is a wonderful thing. Xiao Luoyi, have you ever been to Shenlong Lake? I made this wish at the wishing well in Shenlong Lake."

Yang Luo nodded vigorously: "I went there. I prayed for my mother and aunt to be healthy!"

"Really?" Jiuwu smiled and patted her head. "Then you must love them very much."

People are always selfish, except when it comes to those they love.

Yang Luo looked at Jiuwu and asked curiously, "And then?"

"And then..."

Then, a sad story unfolded.

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The girl held the boy's body, tears streaming down her face.

"Why go to such lengths? Even for my sake, please don't..."

The boy said nothing, but he still happily offered his heart to the girl: "For you, everything is worth it."

He actually dissected his chest, removed his heart, and can still speak, all thanks to one of his magical artifacts.

He was overjoyed, but the severe injuries to his body and the weakening of his spiritual energy left him with little strength. He could only lean his head slightly against the girl and weakly say, "Because, I love you..."

Tears streamed down her face as the girl sobbed uncontrollably.

She cried and said, "Because of love for someone, you're willing to give up your own life? You fool! You're a royal hero, born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Besides me, countless people would love you. You would eventually meet someone you can love. Why do you have to die here for me?"

The boy shook his head and said with a smile, "If there were others, then it wouldn't be love for you. You've seen it yourself, my heart is only so big. Loving one person is enough to fill it, there's no room for anyone else."

"My mother once told me that when you particularly like a certain flower, you will inherit the flower's destiny. I didn't believe it then, but now I do. Because of you, I've come to love gardenias, and the flower language of gardenias is eternal love. My love for you is eternal and unchanging."

The boy closed his eyes: "So, live well."

The girl burst into tears. She had never lost her composure like this before. In this play, she was so good at pretending and acting, but for the first time, she became so out of control.

Finally, she calmed down, letting her tears fall, kissed the boy's forehead, and said, "Besides eternal love, the gardenia also symbolizes a promise."

"I made a promise with you, next time, we will be together forever."

"Speak," a white light surged from the girl's body, and the aura of a forbidden killing move began to spread.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the girl, and said in horror, "A forbidden killing move, and a time-based one at that! No, stop! Don't let my efforts be in vain! Don't do this!!"

But it was too late. The heart in the boy's hand was pulled back into his chest by a mysterious force, the wound began to heal, and his previously weak aura became strong again.

All time-based killing moves are forbidden moves. The move the girl used is called "Returning to the Root," a rare healing-type killing move in the Time series.

This move is extremely powerful. It can revert someone's physical condition to a specific point in the past. Even if someone is seriously injured and on the verge of death, they can return to a healthy state. Such an incredible move will naturally come at a huge cost.