The improved female villains regained their memories.

Under Jiang Mochang's puzzled gaze, Yang Pingsheng put down his cup and smiled.

"In short, I will stay with you until the very last moment."

Regardless of your intentions.

After all, this was something he had promised long ago.

Though we traverse mountains and rivers, and though the sun and moon may set, we will never be apart.

Yes, we will never be apart, Yang Pingsheng thought, looking at the empty teacup.

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When they were taking Jiang Mochang back, Jiang Mochang asked, "Have you decided what birthday gift to give the gang leader?"

Yang Pingsheng asked with a smile, "What are you planning to give as a gift?"

Jiang Mo squinted at him: "Haven't you reincarnated many times? Can't you guess what I'll give you?"

Yang Pingsheng smiled and said, "Maybe this time will be different."

Jiang Mochang snorted coldly: "Hmph, maybe our conversation is exactly the same."

At this point, Jiang Mochang suddenly stopped.

She smiled slyly and asked, "Want to make a bet?"

Yang Pingsheng asked, "What are we betting on?"

"I'll bet this time that the gift I give to the gang leader will be different from the one you've experienced before."

"Okay."

"If we're the same, you win; if we're not, I win. If you win, you have to unconditionally grant me one request; if I win, you have to grant me one request."

"it is good."

"Write it down on a piece of paper now, fold it up, and we'll choose a place to bury it. We'll dig it up on the leader's birthday."

"it is good."

"Why do you only say 'okay'?"

Yang Pingsheng smiled but remained silent.

He doesn't just say "okay," he only says "okay" to her.

Chapter 518 Hoping for Peace

There is a river in the mangrove forest.

Because the mangrove forest is backed by mountains, the river comes down from the mountains, passes the largest ancient tree, passes through those red forests, and flows into the distance.

Under the gentle cover of night, the river in the mangrove forest lies quietly in nature's embrace, like a sleeping fairy. Moonlight shines through the sparse clouds and onto the river's surface, making it shimmer and sparkle, as if countless silver fish are leaping merrily beneath the water. The river gently laps against the banks, playing the notes of the night.

Tomorrow is Liu Yin's birthday, and the place where Yang Pingsheng and Jiang Mochang buried the note is right by the river.

Jiang Mo carefully folded the cloth strip that Yang Pingsheng had recorded, put it in a bottle, made a conspicuous character mark on it, and then buried it.

She handled everything carefully, her eyes clearly burning with a desire for victory.

"So eager to win?" Yang Pingsheng asked with a smile.

"Of course!" Jiang Mochang nodded vigorously. She stood up and looked at Yang Pingsheng with fiery eyes: "I'm asking you, didn't we make a bet like this before?"

"Ah."

"So, did I win?"

Yang Pingsheng smiled but didn't say anything.

With repeated experiences, a tacit understanding will form in many places. In most cases, Yang Pingsheng will choose the answer that is beneficial to himself. With Ye Buxin blocking him from expressing his love, he can only express it through the passage of time, making choices in every decision.

Perhaps at first, he simply wanted Jiang Mochang's help, but as time went on, he gradually changed his mind.

Emotions are a double-edged sword; they can stab others as well as yourself.

Night has fallen, but the river continues to flow, its ripples inspiring endless thoughts.

Yang Pingsheng and Jiang Mochang walked along the river, enjoying the rare tranquility of the night.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, its light like delicate silver threads, weaving an endless scroll of night sky—perhaps because the full moon is just around the corner, the moon tonight is exceptionally round.

The occasional fallen leaves drifting across the river are like messengers of the night, gently swirling with the current before disappearing into the distant darkness.

"Mo Chang..." Images flashed through the dark memories: in an ancient temple, a man was holding a woman covered in blood, trembling all over: "You, why did you do this? Even if I die, I will be resurrected, so I..."

The woman smiled. In the final moments of her life, she was terribly weak, yet she still managed to stroke the man's broad back, offering him comfort: "Because I love you. Since I love you, how could I bear to see you hurt?"

She coughed up blood and continued, "It must have been tough, having to start over again and again because I didn't understand it at all, which is why I made you do it again and again and caused you trouble."

“That’s not true.” The man hugged her tighter and said, “Didn’t we just make a vow? We will never be apart, even if we traverse mountains and rivers and the sun and moon set.”

The secluded places are real, and so is the love.

Yang Pingsheng stopped in his tracks. At that moment when he dreamt of returning to the ancient temple, his heart was filled with ripples, like a river.

Jiang Mochang stopped and looked at him.

"......"

He wanted to express his apologies, his love, and many other feelings. He wanted to hold Jiang Mochang in his arms and tell her that it didn't matter if she didn't agree.

he......

There is so much I want to say to you.

But most importantly, it's my love for you.

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It's time to say goodbye.

At the intersection, Yang Pingsheng took Jiang Mochang's hand and gestured in her hand, writing down a special character.

"What is this? Why do you write this character on my hand every year on the eve of Family Reunion?" Jiang Mochang looked at him in confusion.

A pink light surged, and she couldn't make out the meaning of the crooked characters. She activated them with her talent, and the characters twisted and turned into small pink flowers.

The little flower, transformed from a talisman and imbued with Yang Pingsheng's spiritual energy, lay in Jiang Mochang's palm.

"I knew it, it's this again, such an ugly flower." Jiang Mochang pouted, "No thought put into it."

She said that, but she still accepted it.

Yang Pingsheng smiled. The spirit flower was transformed from a talisman. Although it was just a simple white talisman, it would not wither and would never fade.

This flower is called Cone Stone Flower, but its original name is not very nice, so in Yang Pingsheng's world, everyone calls it Baby's Breath.

It will cause negative reactions directly and indirectly, but the flower is fine because there is no such flower in this world, and Jiang Mochang does not understand the flower's meaning.

Ultimately, this is all in vain.

Even so, Yang Pingsheng still wanted to give it to Jiang Mochang. He broke down his feelings and placed them in every aspect of daily life, hoping that Jiang Mochang would understand one day.

Even if time were to start over again, his feelings would never change.

"It is a bit ugly, but it is after all a talisman, so it will never fade and can stay with you forever."

"Hmph..." Jiang Mochang snorted and said, "It's alright, after all, I'm not picky."

Yang Pingsheng smiled and said, "You know this flower..."

These flowers represent his longing, and all his love and care for Jiang Mochang.

He almost blurted it out, but then he remembered that green color and finally shut his mouth.

"What's wrong with these flowers?" Jiang Mo asked.

Yang Pingsheng gave a wry smile and said, "This flower has always been loved by immortals. I hope that you can also be loved by immortals and receive a destiny of immortality."

"Once you become an immortal, you can do what you truly want to do."

As he spoke, he patted Jiang Mochang on the shoulder and turned to leave amidst the latter's puzzled gaze.

The night swallowed him, chewing him over and over again.

No matter how many times he comes back, he can't help himself here every time, especially since this is the last time.

If he fails, if he dies completely, he hopes that Jiang Mochang will no longer be alone.

If so, he must be erased from existence...

At least there were still those flowers formed from talismans, keeping Jiang Mochang company.

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Family Reunion Day.

Yang Pingsheng got up early, as did Qi Feng.

This was the last time, and both he and Qi Feng clearly cherished it all the more.

When he arrived at Liu Yin's room with Qi Feng, everyone else was already there: Murong Xu, Sikong Xuan, Su Fengqing, and Jiang Mochang. These were all Liu Yin's closest friends and members of the Red Forest Gang's decision-making team.

Su Fengqing wasn't very strong, but she was well-liked by everyone, which is why she managed to get in.

Murong Xu followed behind Liu Yin, arranging the family dinner for the evening. As always, the others sat in their seats, enjoying the tea and snacks prepared by Su Fengqing.

Yang Pingsheng sat down next to Jiang Mochang, watching Murong Xu running around, arranging everything, and occasionally coming over to entertain them. This made him wonder if this was Liu Yin's room or his own.

After he finished his work and sat down, he said casually, "Sorry, I was too busy. Don't mind me, just keep talking."

This person truly considers themselves the master of this place.

Qi Feng nestled in Su Fengqing's arms. This usually lively and cheerful girl seemed a little absent-minded today. After preparing tea and snacks for everyone, she sat in the corner with Qi Feng in her arms and didn't say a word for a long time.

Jiang Mo often handed her things, and she would just say thank you and then continue to stare blankly.

The atmosphere was strange, and Murong Xu noticed it. He looked at Sikong Xuan, then at Su Fengqing, and asked, "Did you two have a fight?"

"Huh?" Su Fengqing realized what was happening and quickly shook her head, "No, no, why would Brother Murong ask that?"

Sikong Xuan drank his tea without saying a word.

"I might have low emotional intelligence, but I'm not blind." Murong Xu sat down next to Sikong Xuan and put her arms around his neck. "You really didn't have a fight?"