The improved female villains regained their memories.

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Yang Pingsheng paused, then murmured, "Time..."

Jiang Mochang looked at him with some surprise: "What?"

Yang Pingsheng smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Hopefully, it's not too late.

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The place they arrived at first was the place where they first met.

That place was a dilapidated village. Several years have passed, the flames of war have been extinguished, and a new village has been built there.

A brand new gang has set up shop here. It's not a warlike gang, but you need to pay a "entry fee" to pass through.

The two went inside, walking around and stopping frequently. It wasn't exactly prosperous, but it was undoubtedly much better than the ruins they had been in before.

Jiang Mochang held his hand and asked, "Pingsheng, do you still remember the scene of our first meeting?"

This first time is not just the first time this time, but the first time in a real sense.

At that time, Yang Pingsheng did not understand Jiang Mochang. Not only that, he also did not understand the world or love.

This is why his conversation with Jiang Mochang was extremely awkward.

He wasn't used to being with her and didn't know what words to use to approach her. In the end, the girl suspected his intentions, and the two parted ways.

Yang Pingsheng couldn't help but sigh: "It really wasn't a pleasant encounter."

Jiang Mo often laughed: "Yes, it's neither romantic nor worth remembering."

Like two strangers who should have no interaction, they parted ways at that moment.

Jiang Mo often asked, "We're back here again. Pingsheng, I want to ask you one more time, why did you approach me in the first place?"

Yang Pingsheng replied instantly: "It's because it's you that I'm getting close to you."

Of the more than a thousand changes, Yang Pingsheng was the first to complete the transformation.

Jiang Mochang slapped him and said, "You're so glib."

That's what she said, but her face was pink, just like the color of her hair.

Yang Pingsheng didn't dodge and took the hit.

He suddenly laughed, finding the girl in front of him adorable, and couldn't help but laugh at how bad his past self had been.

Jiang Mo often asked, "If we could do it all over again, how would you talk to me?"

Yang Pingsheng replied as if by conditioned reflex: "Start a normal conversation, give a normal introduction, and then..."

He wanted to say, and then tell you, how many times we've met.

But in the end, his tone changed, and he muttered to himself, "Look more at pink, that's a girl's color."

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They reached the snow-capped mountains.

The winds are strong in the Eighth World, and few people come to the snow-capped mountains. Those who do come are either ascetics or people who are curious and want to see for themselves.

Some people have said that there is a divine connection here, but that was a long time ago. Many people have come to the snow mountain to search for it, but they have found nothing. The snow mountain itself has nothing special, so naturally fewer people come here.

The snow-capped mountain was just an ordinary snow-capped mountain.

When Yang Pingsheng and Jiang Mochang arrived at the mountaintop, they were not cold because they were protected by spiritual energy.

In the stillness before dawn, they awaited a grand spectacle atop the snow-capped mountain—the sunrise.

A hazy mist enveloped the surroundings, the mountain peaks appearing and disappearing in the sea of clouds, like a fairyland. The air was filled with a cool, pure fragrance; each breath seemed to cleanse the soul of its dust. In the distance, a few morning stars still twinkled in the sky, but their light was no longer as brilliant as it had been in the deep of night; the true protagonist was about to appear.

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight pierced the horizon, like a warrior breaking free from the shackles of darkness, casting golden light upon the snow-capped mountains. The mountain peaks began to emerge, their white summits shimmering with a sacred light in the morning glow, the point where earth and sky met. The encounter of sunlight and snow created a dazzling beauty; each snowflake reflected a shimmering glow, as if the entire mountain was edged with gold.

A dazzling light shimmered in Jiang Mochang's eyes as she tightly grasped Yang Pingsheng's hand and said, "So beautiful."

Yang Pingsheng didn't say anything, he just gripped her hand tightly.

Jiang Mochang said, "I've come with you every single time, so many times."

Yang Pingsheng nodded: "Yes, that's right."

Jiang Mochang said, "You've kept the memories of every single time before."

Yang Pingsheng said, "Yes."

"Then you must be in a lot of pain."

"will not."

"Won't you?"

"will not."

Yang Pingsheng said, "I will always walk the same path with you, so it won't happen."

Therefore, he felt lucky.

He felt lucky to have this secluded place.

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It's raining heavily.

They took shelter from the rain under the tree.

The downpour came suddenly, catching everyone off guard.

Jiang Mo looked at the rain, and at the dark clouds that obscured the moon and stars, and said with some regret, "We can't see the fireflies anymore."

For some reason, she felt a sense of urgency and wanted to get to the ancient temple immediately.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her and said, "We can stay one more day."

"No... I want to go to the ancient temple right away. These things are just incidental."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Raindrops the size of soybeans kept falling. Suddenly, Yang Pingsheng took a step forward and tapped his finger slightly.

Jiang Mo looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Soon, the raindrops around them stopped, and they remained suspended in mid-air.

He snapped his fingers again, and the raindrops shimmered.

Jiang Mochang's eyes lit up.

She saw that he was surrounded by fireflies.

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Yang Pingsheng was acting strangely today.

Jiang Mochang was indeed a carefree person, but she was no longer careless about Yang Pingsheng and quickly noticed that something was wrong with him.

At a rest stop, she asked worriedly, "Pingsheng, what's wrong?"

Yang Pingsheng looked at her, still with his usual smile: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mochang looked into his eyes: "Something's wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong."

"Have."

If it were Jiang Mochang's last encounter, she might not be able to tell the difference.

But the current Jiang Mochang is not just the last Jiang Mochang, but Jiang Mochang who has recovered his memories 1,124 times.

They know each other best, and no detail can be hidden from each other.

"Pingsheng, you've been hiding something from me."

"Um......."

"Is it that woman, or something else?"

"Mo Chang".