The improved female villains regained their memories.

The puppy, a yellow country dog, was filthy, its fur disheveled, its eyes tightly shut, trembling. The sweat and blood on its face had dried, and it looked pitiful and miserable. It huddled in the woman's arms, seemingly feeling a little warmth, but still curled up, afraid to relax.

The woman pleaded, "Please keep it, it's so pitiful."

"Okay." The man nodded.

The woman then smiled.

That evening's dinner consisted of the two of them and their dog. The little yellow dog sensed their kindness and ate heartily, its tail spinning like a top.

The woman really loved the puppy. She neglected her own meal, constantly pouring food into the puppy's bowl, murmuring, "Puppy, puppy, eat quickly, grow strong and healthy after you finish eating."

She hummed an off-key tune, drawing the man's attention.

He was slightly surprised, thinking that the puppy was small and needed to drink milk, but he didn't expect it to eat even leftovers so happily.

He looked at the woman, and for some reason, his heart stirred.

"Light rain."

"Ok?"

Do you like dogs?

The woman paused, then softly hummed in agreement.

"like very much."

As if to confirm it, she emphasized it again.

"I like it very much."

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The companionship of a person and a dog has become a part of daily life.

"Big Yellow, come on, eat this!"

"Wang!"

The man was lying on a deck chair and could hear the woman and dog playing around next to him.

Suddenly, he felt something rush into his arms, and then his face was licked wet.

He sat up abruptly and picked up the person who started it all.

"Woof woof!" Big Yellow stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail.

The woman standing beside him smiled and said, "Young master, it likes you very much."

"..."

He doesn't like dogs.

I wouldn't say I hate it, but I definitely wouldn't say I like it.

Dogs are indeed loyal, but they can also remind him of bad things.

He didn't want to interact with the dog; he just wanted to lie there and space out.

But the woman still extended an invitation: "Young master, you should stretch your legs a bit."

What difference does it make whether we participate in activities or not?

He wanted to refuse, but looking at the woman's smile, he couldn't say anything.

Just as he had never refused in these nine lifetimes, he would only obediently say:

"it is good."

He got up, threw out the thing the woman had made, and watched as Big Yellow retrieved it.

Dahuang was having a great time, going back and forth, but he had no interest in it and was very methodical.

It looks like a machine, like an inanimate object.

The woman stood to the side, watching all this with a smile.

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He was dreaming.

In his dream, he dreamt of things from a long, long time ago.

He dreamt that the person said, "Bad people can't win; evil can never triumph over justice."

"You should be a good person."

He suddenly opened his eyes.

What I saw was Xiaoyu lying on her side, sleeping.

Chapter 499 Villain Yang Pingsheng, I am your pawn

Fairy Valley is a place rarely visited by people.

But in this very place, there is a small courtyard.

Ever since he awoke from that nightmare, the man has been constantly distracted.

He sat in the rocking chair he had always dreamed of, watching the wild geese flying across the sky.

The woman thought he was in a bad mood, so she came over to try and cheer him up.

But he didn't say anything, he just stared blankly.

The woman couldn't help but ask, "Young Master?"

The nightmares of the past few days had left him restless, and with the woman right beside him, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you know Wuthering Heights?"

The woman was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"No, it's nothing."

The man's lips trembled, and he forced a smile: "It's nothing."

The woman blinked, sensing the man's bad mood, and said, "The sun is shining brightly today, let's go for a walk and take a trip into town on the way."

The man nodded in agreement, but in the shadows, his mind was in turmoil.

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The bustling commercial streets of the capital were teeming with people, a vibrant and lively scene. Glazed tiles shimmered in the sunlight, and colorful silks were piled high on the stalls, their dazzling array of goods attracting passersby to stop and browse. The cries of vendors rose and fell, mingled with the sounds of bargaining and haggling.

The woman seemed to really like this place, her eyes sparkling as she looked around.

A little girl dressed in tattered clothes was standing somewhere when a shop assistant yelled at her: "Go back to where you came from! Don't let me see you again. If you steal medicine again, I'll break your legs."

The girl pursed her lips, sniffled, and tears streamed down her dirty cheeks.

The waiter glared at him: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

He pretended to raise his hand to hit him.

The girl was trembling with fear and crouched down, covering her head.

However, the pain she had imagined did not come. She was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw a beautiful woman standing there.

She held out a hand and placed the money in the shopkeeper's hand: "Life is hard these days, and this child is pitiful. You have your responsibilities, but don't push her too hard. I know the medicine is expensive, and I'll help her with whatever she needs."

The little girl didn't understand what the woman and the man were talking about; she just watched vaguely.

The man watched as the woman bought medicinal herbs from a shop assistant, helped the girl tidy her clothes, and wiped her face with a clean handkerchief.

He saw tears welling up in the girl's eyes and heard the woman softly comforting her.

He only snapped out of his daze when the woman walked over and called him "Young Master".

The girl had already left, running away with the herbs in her arms, without even saying thank you. The man couldn't help but ask, "Was it really okay to help like that?"

The woman smiled and said, "Young master, are we short of money?"

"We don't lack it."

"Let's help out then. We won't lose anything by doing a good deed."

These words silenced the man again. After a long while, he finally said, "Helping like this only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause."

"We can't keep helping her forever; that child's life ultimately belongs to the child herself."

"Then what's the point? Just to be a good person?"

"It's better to be a good person than a bad person."

The man remained silent for a long time.

That night, the man lying in bed dreamed of the past again.

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A slender, delicate woman, carrying a basket on her back, strolled through the mountains.

When, outside the capital, the man handed a limp mother a bounty of Spring Breeze Grass from Immortal Valley, he finally couldn't help but speak:

"Is this also a convenient option?"

The woman laughed and winked playfully at the man: "We can't ask the young master for help."

"Is this also helping out casually?"

“That mother has difficulty walking, her husband died early, and the child’s illness can only be cured with Spring Breeze Grass. It’s too expensive to hire someone to help. We happen to live in Fairy Valley, so we might as well lend a hand.”

That makes sense, but the woman's hands already had many marks that shouldn't have appeared.

The man stopped talking, but a strange feeling welled up inside him.

Compared to the villains of other worlds, the woman before him seemed far too frail.

Having witnessed the world of powerful cultivators, one ultimately overlooks what ordinary people are like.

At night, he wiped the wound on the girl's hand.

Those wounds, one after another, are like traces of fate, like spots in the starry sky.

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In the sunny courtyard, the two were playing chess, seemingly bored.