The improved female villains regained their memories.

“But he’s also our father,” the little girl corrected. “And I promised him I would take good care of you.”

"Idiot, take care of yourself first."

The girl stood up; she was a head taller than the little girl.

Both sisters have beautiful blonde hair, but the girl's blonde hair is softer and shines brightly in the sunlight, while the little girl's blonde hair is not as bright and looks as if it is covered with a layer of gray in the sunlight.

The girl looked at her older sister with envy, thinking that she wished her blonde hair could be as beautiful as her sister's.

"He's not coming back," the girl said suddenly, gazing into the distance.

The little girl looked at her, puzzled, and asked, "Why?"

There's no why; you'll understand when you grow up.

"Then how can you understand if you haven't grown up?"

"Because I'm not stupid."

The girl paused for a moment and then said:

“And you’re an idiot, I don’t need an idiot’s care.”

Chapter 354 The Folly of Love

Water dripped slowly from the broken roof tiles.

The little girl had grown taller, but she still couldn't reach the roof.

"Sis, the roof is leaking."

She called out, but no one paid any attention. In desperation, she called out again.

There was movement. The door to the inner room opened, and the girl walked out with a gloomy face.

The little girl shrank back, knowing her sister didn't like being disturbed, but she still mustered her courage and said, "Sis, the roof is leaking."

The girl looked up, casually waved her hand, and golden spiritual energy spread out, instantly mending the original flaw.

Wow, that's amazing.

"idiot."

Without any instruction, the two sisters had automatically acquired the appearance of immortals and were able to access spiritual energy. However, compared to her older sister, the younger sister's use of spiritual energy was limited to playing around.

She secretly watched her older sister. The adults all said that her sister's talent was one in a hundred years. At such a young age, she had already nurtured her spiritual root. The golden spiritual energy was proof of her spiritual root. However, compared to cultivating immortality, her sister seemed to be more enthusiastic about forging items with spiritual energy.

The older sister went inside again, and the little girl hid behind the door, peeking out. The golden spiritual energy, like an obedient servant, swirled around her fingertips.

One miracle after another was born, even if at that time it was just the beginning of a miracle.

The girl sensed something, turned her head to look, and saw the little girl at the door looking flustered, apologizing repeatedly: "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean to peek."

"...I'm hungry."

"Okay, I'll go cook!"

The little girl ran out happily, as it was rare for her older sister to ask her to do anything.

She bought groceries and went to the kitchen, where she washed and cooked them. Her small figure seemed out of place.

She murmured to herself, "I will take good care of my sister. I promised Father."

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The two sisters have grown up.

One day, a man came to the door; he was from the royal family.

That night, the younger sister stayed up very late. She lay on her bed in her room, listening to her older sister and the man arguing fiercely outside the door.

"That man hasn't cared about us all these years. What's the point of sending you here now? Isn't it because he values ​​my talent?"

"You have completely misunderstood His Majesty. His Majesty means..."

"Who cares about you? My sister and I are doing just fine, we don't need your concern. Get lost."

"But……"

Didn't you hear me tell you to get lost?

With a series of cracking sounds, the man was kicked out by the sister.

The next morning, her older sister came to see her with dark circles under her eyes.

"Father is dead..."

As the older sister spoke, she immediately launched into obscure and difficult-to-understand politics, such as how their father was once a court attendant, how their mother was favored by the emperor but was later killed by the empress, and how their father had no choice but to take them out of the palace, and so on.

She couldn't understand any of that; all she knew was that her father was dead, and their dearest person was gone.

Tears welled up instantly.

The two sisters built a cenotaph in the suburbs, with their father's name written on it.

She stood before the grave, tears streaming down her face.

Everything has become a memory; all that remains is the phrase, "Take good care of your sister."

"I will, Father."

She wiped away her tears and said, "I will take good care of my sister, I promised you, Father."

Her older sister stood beside her and glanced at her.

“Fool,” she whispered, then gave her a hug.

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Year after year has passed.

I don't know when it started, but my sister began to space out.

She thought for a moment, and if she had to pinpoint it, it all started when she clamored to learn weapon crafting.

Her original intention was to have her sister teach her, as she wanted to become a weapon refiner as skilled as her sister, but for some reason, she didn't do so.

"My path is not suitable for you," that's all she told her.

In the days that followed, my sister would sit on the door frame in a daze, lost in thought.

She was very sad, but there was nothing she could do to help because she was an idiot.

Finally, after several days, on a sunny day, her sister reappeared at the door with that man.

"From now on, you will follow him to the Weapon Refiner Academy to study."

She was startled and hurriedly asked, "Then, sister, what are you going to do?"

"I have my own path to walk."

She watched as her older sister shouldered her pack, said nothing, and plunged into the world of martial arts.

My sister was so decisive and resolute.

No matter how much she tries to imitate, she will never become like her sister.

"let's go."

The man took her hand, but she shook it off.

She stubbornly stood by the carriage until her sister's figure disappeared from sight.

Throughout this process, the promise still echoed in her mind, just like her heart, which was beating loudly.

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She was known as the Little Tyrant at the Weapon Forging Academy.

Because of his irritable and stubborn personality, and because he hated being disturbed when he was forging weapons, he gradually got this nickname.

But that's how her classmates see her. Only she knows what she's really like.

She studied at the weapon-refining academy, while her older sister's fame grew so much that even though she rarely went out, she could still hear about her sister's name.

"Shi Guijia has started to challenge the Weapon Forging Academy."

"She's a true genius at weapon crafting; she has that kind of skill."

"That's amazing, how did she do it?"

People praised her, but she was the only one who was worried.

The royal family disliked weapon refiners from the common people, and the gentlemen even called them heretics. She knew what kind of path her sister was going to take, so she was very worried.

Over the years, my sister has occasionally written to me, but she doesn't express much concern in her letters. Most of the time, she inquires about my progress in refining weapons.

She would always put her problems in her letters, as if that was the only connection she had with her sister, who would always curse her as an idiot in her heart.

But she didn't care at all. On the contrary, those two words gave her a sense of security because she really was a fool.

But gradually, she was no longer the only fool.

One day, my sister's words suddenly became much gentler, and she inexplicably started mentioning a man in her letter.

Later, when the two met and the older sister brought the man to her, her worries became a reality.

My sister is in love.

That arrogant and haughty older sister has fallen in love.

He was a gentle man who was very kind to his sister and to her. He always brought them many good things and talked about his novel ideas.

My older sister loves crafting weapons, so she's always immersed in those ideas, but she doesn't.

Most of the time, she remained silent, simply listening quietly to their conversation.

One night, she found the man and asked him, "You'll take good care of my sister, right?"

The man smiled gently: "Your sister is very capable; she doesn't need me to take care of her."

She stared intently into his eyes: "But you'll take good care of her, won't you?"

The man fell silent.