The improved female villains regained their memories.

That most beautiful appearance was fleeting, never to reappear.

He once asked Jiang Mochang what kind of person she liked, and Jiang Mochang replied: "To love is to understand. How can we love each other if we don't understand each other? The person I like is the one who understands me the most in the world, and likewise, I am the one who understands him the most in the world."

Yang Pingsheng had forgotten what else she said; he only remembered his body growing cold as he heard her reply.

He knew where the problem lay.

Each restart allowed him to learn more about Jiang Mochang, but it also made him unfathomable.

He treated her with sincerity, but she could no longer understand him as she had done at the ancient temple.

Countless times she relived those memories, but they were all Yang Pingsheng's side of the story. The time she knew Yang Pingsheng was only those few years.

A mere few years is insignificant compared to the ever-accumulating memories of Yang Pingsheng.

Humans are creatures that live by memories.

If others have no memories, then for oneself who only has memories, one becomes a monster on the verge of madness.

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"Pingsheng, did you hear me?" Qi Feng stretched out his claws and scratched at Yang Pingsheng's clothes as always, interrupting his recollection.

He had to lower his head and meet those emerald-green eyes: "Hmm?"

"I'm asking you, is this the last time you're sure of yourself?"

"Ah."

"You're lying, you have no confidence at all!"

If we're talking about understanding, Qi Feng might be one of them.

Through the long cycle of time, only it retained its memories due to its bloodline talent.

Yang Pingsheng smiled and patted its head: "Love is something that happens naturally."

Qi Feng angrily swung his paw: "But love is also about equality, meow! And right now only you have the memories, while Mo Chang doesn't. This is completely unequal, meow!"

Unequal love is destined to fall apart.

"It's okay, it's the last time after all, relax."

"........"

He stroked Qifeng's head, trying to relax it, but judging from its expression, he knew it was very unwilling.

From its initial reluctance to becoming a spectator, and then to creating beautiful memories with Yang Pingsheng, it has become what it is now, and it cannot escape its current situation.

If this is a story, then it doesn't want it to end in tragedy.

It looked at Yang Pingsheng, trying to rouse the man one last time, but all it saw was calm.

Turning back time comes at a price.

Yang Pingsheng also saw worry and reluctance flickering in those emerald-like eyes. After all, it was the last time, and no one knew what would happen to them.

Regardless, he was grateful for it; it had been his only companion throughout the long period of time.

It once hid in the distance, witnessing his battle with Jiang Mochang; it once nestled in Jiang Mochang's arms, accompanying the two through countless mountains and rivers; it once lay beside Yang Pingsheng when he was alone, quietly keeping him company.

No one can remember memories, but the winds of the Eighth World can.

The winds of the Eighth World witnessed every effort Yang Pingsheng made.

He held Qi Feng in his arms, his expression calm yet filled with final gratitude.

In any case, this is the last time.

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Liu Yin heeded Yang Pingsheng's advice and, instead of waiting for things to change, took the initiative.

Sikong Xuan, as the main force, naturally participated in the battle, and with the help of Yang Pingsheng and Jiang Mochang, the results of the battle were rapidly expanded.

With their bodies tempered and impurities purified, coupled with Jiang Mochang's ever-changing talismans, the two quickly gained a formidable reputation. The surrounding gangs all knew that there was a formidable Mangrove Forest Gang here.

Night fell. Yang Pingsheng calculated that it was about time, took the plaster, and prepared to go out.

Qi Feng lay on the bed, glanced at him, and said, "Bringing medicine again."

"Ah."

In today's battle, a person who faked his death launched a surprise attack, injuring Jiang Mochang.

But she didn't tell anyone and kept it to herself, not even Liu Yin and the others knew.

This stems from a habit she developed long ago.

Without immortals, talismans are indeed a powerful existence, but even the most powerful talisman cannot heal the dead or restore flesh to bones like elixirs; at most, it can only relieve pain and stop bleeding.

Even if there were healing talismans, Jiang Mochang wouldn't use them. The gang used to treat her as a weapon, and as a weapon, its lethality was enough.

She was covered in scars, all from the past.

Yang Pingsheng understood that Jiang Mochang didn't want him to know, but he also couldn't stand by and watch her injuries multiply.

He didn't expect to change her past; he only hoped to be a part of her future.

Before leaving, Qi Feng called out to him again: "Hey, this is the last time, meow."

It paused for a moment before struggling to say, "You have to keep going, meow."

Like Jiang Mochang, Qifeng prefers to keep its feelings to itself, and such a straightforward expression is indeed a bit difficult for it.

Yang Pingsheng stepped forward, touched it, and said, "I will."

After saying that, he went out.

Night fell, the sky was filled with stars, and the evening breeze was noticeably gentler than the daytime wind. Guided by the wind, Yang Pingsheng did not go to Jiang Mochang's residence, but instead went to where she was supposed to be.

On the slope of the mangrove forest, the grass was bent to one side by the wind.

Behind the rock, a figure was hiding. Yang Pingsheng smiled instinctively and called out, "Mo Chang."

The figure moved, and soon, enraged, threw a stone. Yang Pingsheng caught it and said softly, "I brought you some ointment."

Jiang Mochang's voice came from behind the rock: "Mind your own business."

He knew what she cared about, so he walked to the rock, put the plaster there, and then sat down with his back to the rock.

"I didn't mean to spy on you, I just brought you medicine. You can go by yourself."

"Humph."

A cold snort rang out, but at the same time, the plaster was taken away by a hand.

Yang Pingsheng waited patiently, looking at the moon in the sky. At this moment, Jiang Mochang's voice came again: "Anyway, you've experienced these things many times, right?"

"Mm." He didn't lie to her, so he nodded truthfully.

"Do I always do this?"

"Not necessarily," Yang Pingsheng said after thinking for a moment. "It depends on how my relationship with you was before. You might mock me, or you might directly attack me and drive me away."

"So, is my current attitude good or bad?"

"It's alright, at least they didn't kick me out."

Another cold snort followed.

She said, "Yang Pingsheng, do you think you know me very well?"

“At least in this world, that’s how it is,” he said.

Perhaps he shouldn't be so arrogant. After all, this person is Jiang Mochang. Even if he could start over a thousand times, he couldn't claim to not understand him.

But he understood her perfectly, he understood all of Jiang Mochang's emotions, and he understood everything she cared about.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that. I should have said, I want to know."

Yang Pingsheng said:

“Every time I’m with you, I know what I should say to please you, including the question you just asked. But I don’t want to do that. Admittedly, if I said I wanted to understand, it might be more to your liking, but that wouldn’t be my true feelings. That kind of hypocritical statement is exactly what you hate.”

He stood up and walked over there in a blatant manner. Under the moonlight, Jiang Mochang sat there, his clothes disheveled, his exposed skin covered with countless scars. The newest scar was on his back, in a place she couldn't reach.

These scars, one by one, came into view, touching the soul, but this was part of Jiang Mochang.

"What are you doing?!" Jiang Mochang shouted, covering his body and blushing.

“I want to express my true thoughts,” Yang Pingsheng said. “Countless times before, every time I came here, I never took this step voluntarily. But now, I want to take this step, even if it annoys you, because this is truly my thought.”

"I want to apply medicine to you, even just once."

"Just apply the medicine, don't make it sound like a confession!" she shouted angrily.

But she eventually gave in, turning her head to the side and muttering, "Who knows if you say that every time?"

Yang Pingsheng smiled. As he squatted down to pick up the ointment, the girl finally turned around, revealing her vulnerable side.

Snow-white skin and hideous scars, beauty and ugliness, it turns out, can really coexist.

"I've applied the medicine. If it hurts, you can call out."

"Stop talking nonsense. I've put on a painkiller. If you want to come at me, then come at me. If not, I'm leaving!"

His fingertips, coated with ointment, pressed against the girl's skin. Under the moonlight, their love shone like fireflies—faint yet brightly burning.

He could feel his fingertips burning, and then he stirred up a fire.

He looked up again, and on the deep blue canvas of the night, the bright moon hung in the sky, like a gentle night watchman, quietly watching over them.

On nights like this, no matter what, just looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky always brings a sense of peace and contentment.

The moon is surrounded by twinkling lights, and the Milky Way is scattered around it, like points of light in a dream, a breathtaking sight.

At this moment, all the scenes were reflected in Yang Pingsheng's eyes. He applied the last bit of ointment, reluctantly got up, and looked at the moonlight shining on the girl, making her look like a devilishly holy being.

"All right."

He was about to leave when the girl grabbed his hand.

Ripples spread across the calm lake surface, and Yang Pingsheng's eyes widened slightly, as if something had suddenly descended and shattered everything.

"...I ask you, is this the first time you've seen my scars?" he heard the girl ask.

"I......"