The improved female villains regained their memories.

The man suddenly spoke up: "I once read a storybook like this."

The woman looked up in surprise, not understanding why the man was suddenly bringing this up, but she listened patiently nonetheless.

The man began to tell his story, from the slanting rays of the sun to its high sunrise, until he finished a cup of tea and then ended the story.

The woman asked with a smile, "What is it you're trying to say, young master?"

The man put down his teacup and said, "It's nothing, I just felt like talking to you on a whim."

"Although I really want to understand, the story you told is a bit..." The woman paused, and the man guessed that it was only because the woman didn't know the word "melodramatic" that she would have said that.

But she still gave the man feedback in her own words: "I don't understand the meaning of this story at all. Since the two of them had such a good relationship at the beginning and were fighting and resisting together, why did the woman change her mind and marry someone else? Why did the man hate her so much that he even went so far as to seduce the woman's husband's sister? And then there was the revenge he took on the children. I'm sorry, I really can't understand the emotions in it."

In the end, she could only sigh, "Human emotions are indeed the most complicated thing."

She spoke, expecting a response, but found that the man stopped talking and instead sat in his chair looking into the distance.

His gaze was directed at her, yet it seemed unfocused, thus passing through her.

At that moment, it was as if everything was dead.

The woman asked cautiously, "Young Master."

The man said nothing; he simply put down the chess piece in his hand and said:

"Human emotions are never complicated; it's just that distorted reality makes them so."

He stood there blankly, not knowing who he was talking to: "That's all."

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Even mortals get sick.

The man has lived through nine lifetimes, and all his injuries and illnesses have always been inflicted by others. He had long forgotten that people can also get sick on their own.

The woman's illness came on suddenly.

She collapsed suddenly in the courtyard, her body convulsing intermittently.

The man spent a lot of money to hire a doctor to treat him at home. After the treatment, the doctor left him with just one sentence.

"You ate the wrong thing."

So this is what happens when you eat the wrong thing! The man's long-dormant heart is pounding.

At night, the woman, who had taken the medicine, lay in bed, while the man sat beside her.

The two held hands.

"Young master, don't worry, this is nothing serious. Your wish is to have someone always with you." The woman smiled and said, "So I will always be with you."

She whispered: "May we be bound by a vow of one heart, our love as deep as the sea. As time flows by, this vow will be forever etched in my heart. Mountains may crumble, rivers may run dry, winter may bring thunder, summer may bring snow. Even if heaven and earth unite and all things change, I only wish to stay with you, never to be separated in this life."

The man listened but did not respond.

He seemed to have heard similar words many times before.

He waited for the voice within him to tell him what to do next, just as it always had.

Now, he realized that there was no next step.

He listened to the woman's voice, as if a stone had been thrown into an abyss, leaving no echo for a long time.

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Beijing.

The woman was lying in a hospital bed, so he came to the capital alone.

He saw a familiar scene again: the shop assistant pushed out a girl in tattered clothes and raised his hand to hit her.

The girl dared not resist and could only cry softly.

The man cursed, "You worthless life, you might as well have died with your unwanted mother. Do you really think everyone will come to your aid?"

The man watched, lifted his foot, and then put it down again.

He stood there, motionless, until the child left sobbing and the waiter grumbled as he closed the door and went back inside.

He seems to have stopped moving.

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The woman recovered.

She sat on the bed, her complexion looking much better.

The man walked in carrying the medicine and saw her staring blankly out the window, so he asked, "Want to go out?"

She turned her head and smiled, "Yes, I'd like to go out with the young master."

The man nodded, handed over the bowl of medicine, and said, "We'll go together when you're better. Drink your medicine now."

"It tastes awful..."

"obedient."

The woman took the bowl and drank it down in large gulps.

The man stood there and heard the woman say softly before she drank, "Young Master hasn't given me a gift yet."

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Tick ​​tock!

It was drizzling the day I went out.

On the street, a woman's bright eyes were fixed on a jade hairpin, and she couldn't bear to look away.

He looked at it, and finally asked, "Will you buy it?"

"Is it alright?" She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with joy. "Young Master."

"Of course, Xiaoyu."

So she bought the jade hairpin and wore it on her head ever since.

The beginning of all stories, or the end of all stories?

As she wore it, he heard her whisper, "May you be well..."

Nine generations of winds have blown by, leaving behind only a broken shell.

It's just going from one falsehood to another.

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Dark clouds gathered, but this time, no rain fell.

Those eyes reflected his own image, lingering there for a long time.

But what exists here now is no longer an empty heart; the resilient heart is shaken violently, causing Yang Pingsheng's emotions to collapse for the first time.

"Who are you!!"

Like many of the female villains before him, he roared angrily, "Who are you?!"

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck from the dark clouds.

That was Lobenmo's lightning.

Yang Pingsheng's anger also represents her anger.

Nine ferocious thunder dragons appeared, all aimed at Xiaoyu. Luo Benmo roared angrily, "Speak! Who are you?!"

Who is she?

Xiaoyu chuckled softly, but the sorrow in her eyes only deepened.

"I'm......"

The constant emphasis on good people evokes distant memories.

By constantly getting closer, we influence daily life with human intentions.

Why bother distinguishing between genuine and feigned promises when you keep making them?

"I'm......"

As she spoke, scenes flashed before her eyes.

In the Sixth World, she appeared with Zhiyuan and faced Shi Guijia.

In the Seventh World, she stood in the restaurant, watching Yang Pingsheng and the wolf and the fox under the fireworks.

Like a ghost, she followed him everywhere—at the stalls, on the streets, by the river—becoming his deepest nightmare.

Then, he changed his appearance and stood in front of Yang Pingsheng again.

"I'm......"

Devouring, dissolving, indistinguishable from one another.

No matter how many outstanding talents there were, they were all ruined by his hand.

Memories seep into your heart, and when you realize it, you can't escape them.

"I am me."

As Xiaoyu spoke, a sadness appeared on her face: "But just like that, I am also a human chess piece."

"Villain Yang Pingsheng, I am your pawn."

This sound, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoed in the hearts of all the villains, lingering for a long time.

Boom!

A burst of lightning erupted, and Luo Benmo personally controlled the lightning dragon as it charged forward, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace: "You're courting death!!!"

The lightning explosion condensed into dazzling energy, like thousands of meteors streaking across the sky. A powerful energy wave erupted, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

A figure emerged from the crowd; it was Xiaoyu, holding a cat and a dog in her arms, completely unharmed.

She looked down at Yang Pingsheng, then at the villains around her, and continued softly:

“I told you, I wouldn’t hurt him.”